Graves
Black cross burns,
Above our graves
Blood hands rest,
Above our graves
Lie with baited breath,
I will not wait for death,
We all share the same fate,
In our graves
Calling all you helpless souls ,
Throw down your swords and tools,
And strike a conversation about my blood hands,
There are no words to say "I just killed a man."
Writer/s: Gallows
