The clouds that grieve
In mourning for mankind
Overcast skies hide their eyes
As the rain showers the plains
The sky's
tears dance in the fields
The willow weeps in the autumn breeze
Monumental In Its Sorrow
Captive of the treachery of our
race
We are a warlike species
Barbaric and brutal
And we ever shall be
The honour of ancient warriors
A relic of past
dignity
Death for honour is no more
Blissful misanthropy
The raping of the earth which harbours us
Bite the hand that
feeds
There is no simplicity
The wretch we call christianity
A plague feeding off the weak masses
We shall perish in the
name
Of an idolized insolent myth
Rain clouds gather o'er the horizon
Blocking out the sun
Thunder signals the onset of
mourning
Lightning lights up our eyes