Blood of the fallen

Blood of the fallen,
streams of red,
screaming to the dead,
dreaming of what they used to be,
forsaken, they made me see,
the souls of black,
at point blank range.

Listen, maybe you'll hear their screaming.
listen, maybe you'll quit the dreaming,
listen, maybe you'll be cleansed yourself,
listen, maybe you'll leave the trench.

They're the ones who still complain,
when all seems to fit,
They're the ones who still remains,
when all seems to be lit.

Blood of the fallen,
streams of red,
screaming to the dead,
dreaming of what they used to be,
forsaken, they made me see,
the souls of black,
at point blank range.

They're addicted to your punishment,
leaving for the breathing sadness,
they're looking for the cause of their madness,
it's impossible, for them to be the possible,

This is their time,
as they're losing their mind,
they just wish,
that someone tells them they're fine.

Blood of the fallen,
streams of red,
screaming to the dead,
dreaming of what they used to be,
forsaken, they made me see,
the souls of black,
at point blank range.

They had a fall, they lost it all,
as it begun, an army of one,
just cut off their hope,
as they stay for the last time,
taking a break, as they get up on their feet,
waiting for their day.