Across the lands, from shore to shore, we hear the sirens of the war. Their wailing constantly reminds us we can't live like this any more.
When and how this all was started is only known by the departed, the living don't seem to care or remember any more.
Can we end this endless night and stop the pointless fight? War can tell us who is left but not who is right.
How did the differences in cultures turn them all into vultures whose blind submission to their hallows leads us all to the gallows where man is killing man for reasons that seem to change with seasons.
The sound of horns will never glorify the crimes of your kind. Who can grow the seeds of LOVE, when the only light above ….creates the shadows of their gods.
