...(IV)

The silence of forgiveness shattered your mind.
No cure, you used to have wasted demons inside.
Your face is before us, squeezing a wounded wing;
It's time to remember our glory from a dusty string.
Surging through sunken memories down the verge,
Where my deepest drained scars are ready to emerge...
Hungry wolves in galore looking for blood and meat,
Rampant eagles are scratching the resurgent spirit.
Out of the legion' street only the good died young.
Your funeral in ruins flows in the requiem we sang...

Bursts of love blown out at a corner of a cold stone.
The last weapon above, hunting toxic flesh and bone.
We're not some angels reaching for a grace in the sky.
No one at your grave, child. Behind the curtain, we cry...
Fallen human pieces among the track of a premonition.
Rise of the wrecks secures a spot 'cause hell is repetition...
We will remember the words of those kids we left behind,
In the shadow, we're not terrified about what we could find.  
A dead child will never be old, after his ashes laid to rest.
Our past was there, a mutual identity, sequel to the nest...