.deviant - Mourning

Our minds are covered by darkness
Incidents are concealed by the press
No matter how many have died
They gonna write: we cleaned up the mess
Our minds are covered by darkness
Incidents are concealed by the press
No matter how many have died
They gonna write: we cleaned up the mess

But the souls of the dead
Will never forget
The road to hell
And things they overcame

The fire burns
In our hearts
Our souls are full of sorrow
The black flag's hoisted, even Death
Wipes her skeletal hands

Who is guilty?
The innocent ones
Will be punished and violently murdered
Furious hounds will tear apart
Those who are not afraid to speak up
The motorcade rushes
Disturbing survivors to rescue the dying

No casualties, everything’s fine
All is the same as before
Everyone is safe and sound
That'll never happen no more

Day of mourning
It feels like our destiny
And the world is soul-sick
No one is forgotten and never will be

No one is forgotten and never will be