If We Must Die

[LinguistHenrie01]

 


The tears engraved in the grave of old
The scars enclosed in the souls of men
It is a mystery concealed from the light
Kept in the shades, the shame of men.

We heard of the cries and the strives
Their shout and screams were audibly faint
Their fainting soul fawning for a light
Alas 'twas an open secret.

Once more we rise to possess our minds 
No more would we feast on the sacred lies
Sweetly told with remorse and humor
If we must die, then let it be with honor.