It was a bitter winter night
The storm constantly howling
My wounds and regrets trickling silently
Yet again, I became alone
To feel light slipping from my finger
By the hand of four dark martyrs
Right after the torment and nightmares
Tragedy creeping into my chambers once more
Never did I thought my blood could run dry
To never let another peer past the border
Unfeeling; numb to my unwilling defence
Watching the empty look on
For another home
Hatred flaking off my misery
And into an abyss of unspoken questions
To only be saved by the rain's innocence
He never had a family
And was blind to a lover's promise
Ironic how you realise what they missed
After they missed reality
Stones turned to bullets
And bullets turned to graves
To watch him live in dying light
Another soul ripping at my scars
A short life prevailed to fame
The east knew his name and forever will
He was severed by the oncoming war
A war grown from my own guilty greed
It was a bitter winter night
My tears constantly falling
His wounds and laughs faded silently
Dear bruder, I'm alone now