All Has Been Looted, Betrayed,

You Will Hear Thunder And Remember Me, And Think: She Wanted Storms. The Rim Of The Sky Will Be The Colour Of Hard Crimson, And Your Heart, As It Was Then, Will Be On Fire.

That Was When The Ones Who Smiled Were The Dead, Glad To Be At Rest.

All Has Been Looted, Betrayed, Sold; Black Death's Wing Flashed Ahead.

All That I Am Hangs By A Thread Tonight

It Was A Time When Only The Dead Smiled, Happy In Their Peace.