Ten Thousand Useless Souls

Oh, world! All built on dead bodies of past. Every day we welcome people dead for days. Their memory is buried by itself although Still felt by tiny gaps between. We are still alive, so why do I Just feel pain? Oh, world! All built on dead bodies of past. And every step they hear a sound like a Fish slap. Was this a cure back in the ideas? Crushed by the black humans. Their souls are still the same as what they See. They are all rotting in the graves of this Sick land. Their mental sorrow blinds us, Are all gone. They are a weapon without breaking our own hands. They bite the beast you hold so look at Us what they once see. Bleed! Show no mercy! The sight will never pass on. Show no Mercy! You cheer, you live and give a smile every Day. And you can't open the doors that I once Have burned. As Crushed the death is against closer The walls every will be living. Your end. The path of death will soon greet you, Eternal cold. Angels of death will come to you. You will have their breath until last Breath. Their souls and your flesh are the name of Lost souls. Their love for them, their prayers to their fate For one thing. They want remaining generations to forget. How should they hide another past mistake? And as the sun Falls on Us. And all your life Comes to an end.