[ Juu Yon ] Cheer up little fleshlings.

[neuroticsand]

This time will pass
and us beating hearts
will seize at last

Rise to the dawn

Red like the sands
war danced upon

In tears of crimson,
our passage to oblivion

The closer we get
the further we fall
the more we become
our worst nightmare

In feilds of blue
we shall renew
In feilds of green
we shall come clean
In feilds of red
we shall be fed
In feilds of grey
we shall repay
In fields of white
we shall delight
in feilds of black
we turn not back