I'd tear the desperate from their graves if only I could find that place
where on that distant autumn night of cold and rain...
...I watched as their feeble hands, raised in prayer, pointed to the moon above.
Their faces soaked in blood and tears, ripped and torn by raven's claw.
And we loathed the moonlight's hating of the fallen.
Tombless, shield your eyes.
In tall tales of that day, for those that died; deliverance deprived, denied, delayed.
We called the desperate to their graves,
marked their headstones with false names
and under 6-feet deep of soil, unknown they lay.
They can't stand up, they can't stand up I think.
On the streets: brains, stones and hopes.
We tried to escape from the moon's grey - bathing the outdoors,
but the unknown overthrows the never.
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