The Farmer’s Tale Pt. 2 - Annihilation at the Graves

Hope turned to dust, in the blink of an eye
Women and children, screaming in a horrid cry
Fleeing from the sight, the view of the graveyards
I'll scare you with my tale, as my horror story starts
Every day I see my mother, crying for her sons
Every day I hear her voice, crying for her loss
Remembering my father's face, in anger and despair
Cursing at the sky above, collapsing in a stare

I've experienced too much horror
A family's ending by the man-made caves
Everyone I loved so dear
Were annihilated at the graves
I've experienced too much death
Caused by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves
Everyone I loved so painfully
Were annihilated at the graves

To the burial ground, we go, in the misty night
I cling to my father's hands, among the flickering light
Spiders crawl upon the dead, a thousand graves unfold
Ravaged bodies all around, beneath the dirt and mould
Every day I see my mother, crying for her sons
Every day I hear her voice, crying for her loss
Coming from the fields of death. she hears a massive blow
As the dynamite explodes, in the giant graves below

I've stared into the reaper's eyes
Heard his endless laughs and cries
Felt the stream of tragedy
Lost my sense my sanity

I've experienced too much horror
A family's ending by the man-made caves
Everyone I loved so dear
Were annihilated at the graves
I've experienced too much death
Caused by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves
Everyone I loved so painfully
Were annihilated at the graves