• Weapons lay scattered upon the ground.
    The souls of the long dead
    will never find peace
    among this unholy land.
    Remnants of a battlefield.


    Crimson stains have dyed
    the walls which have fallen.
    No rain will ever wash away
    the scarlet torment.
    Remnants of a battlefield.


    Lost causes have slowly faded away,
    ages have passed,
    and no one will remember,
    the suffering to be forgotten.
    Remnants of a battlefield.


    I gaze upon this sight
    and think to myself,
    how can this be so?
    When the war fought within my own heart,
    was dead long ago.
    Remnants of a battlefield.