The Art Of A Mourning Kind-In Mourning

Parading on the pride of others It is their fine art of slaughter One by one go down, cascading bloodstains on sacred ground The art of the mourning kind The cry of Gods children, when Eden burns Accusing innocence In a Graveyard of dreams Showing ignorance To the art of the mourning kind Undiscovered beauty, the blind men kill another one Just a fragment, a dear memory remains In the ashes of another life that drowned All the broken heroes are burying their nightmares in the sand Touched by cruelty, the ghost of shadows arrives And the magpie never used it's wings to fly In the sequence of a shaded kiss The fearless uniformed got his tears on the inside All the emotions gathering on the shore In every moment there is one more failing hour to come Grey light, in the silhouettes of dawning The weak are gathered here for mourning And the barbarian is honored once again Yet another war for the statistic statues in command Accusing innocence In a Graveyard of dreams Showing ignorance To the art of the mourning kind Accusing innocence In a Graveyard of dreams Showing ignorance To the art of the mourning kind