Death,

Death everywhere I look,

Blood on every part of the earth,

On every belonging.

Corpses,

On every inch of the ground,

In every building,

Once occupied.

Not a single sound,

Other than a gentle breeze,

Gathering dust and dirt,

In a place where souls now lay to rest.

My brethren,

My comrades in arms,

It is my turn now,

To leave this wasteland,

And join you above.

_thud~_