The black feathers carried the gray gift through the sky , holding this beautiful creature in its beak , the bird flew low, through dark and blood , dirt and mud , broken bones and shattered flesh.
It is reminding humans of what they do not wish to be , ignoring death is not a solution because it's real. All were standing and now they lied , they were alive and now are dead.
So dark , so cold , so deep ... I lie alone beneath all warriors feet No heart, no soul, no beat under dirt I soundlessly sleep.
The crows shouted over the pitiful souls , fear not death , fear not the end for god must taken what he was lent.
The souls began to weep as the earth swallow them deep death is a rebirth which start with the ending of breath
Some fear of death , some face it with bravery in war nothing is for sure , because death is always near.
White and black are all the same death can't differentiatedeath is the end of all the things that were alive.
So dark , so cold , so deep ... I lie alone beneath all warriors feet No heart , no soul , no beat under dirt I soundlessly sleep
I shout , I cried , I weep no one can hear my loud scream No breath, no warmth, no heat darkness and silence are what I feel.
Only the voice of the dead I hear , nothing remaine but my rotten body dead.
Life is a pleasure that no one wants to leave , but death is surly better than bloody life.