Who Have We Become?
Who Have We Become?
A thousand maiden warriors stood upon the plain of despair.
Their quivers of arrows were useless there
As the plague fell them all by tens of thousands -- children or men -- the hand of fate gave no care
Brutal pain in their breast
Breathing so harsh as to be unfair
The chalice of truth finally broken --
lost to strident winds
empty words fouling the air
Leading us all to damnation
Eternal condemnation
Sickness upon sickness
It's all our shame to forevermore bear.