The Song of Desires

bring me the guitar
let's while away this nightfall
of blood, hate and pain

We killed and murdered
we found blood and hate and pain
the night will be long

seemingly painful
it is to the night itself
ah! ingratitude!

now you sing the song
whilst i play the melodies
as the night hollers

wait for the morning
and we will begin afresh
new tunes, days and hopes.