The Sorrow Children at Mourningside

Leave us in our silent mansions
In this place of sunlight and roses
For nothing dies here, not anymore
The actions are done, and we are dust
To the mad laughter of machineguns
We descended into such along graves
We subhumans, we bleed in darkness
That the light be not offended
We were here
These are their houses, now
And we are here
We were here
This is mourningside
And we are here
We were here
In this house of tears
Now we are here
We were here
This is where they wept
Now we are here
We caught fire
And burned so easily
We blackened
And then we were ash
We rose to faces
Eyeless faces
That bleed black grief
In endless oceans of black suffering
Now we are here
Like rat bones on a plague ship
In thy garden
Where there are only others