Parading on the pride of others   It is their fine art of slaughter   One by one go down, cascading bloodstains on sacred ground   The art of the mourning kind   The cry of Gods children, when Eden burns      Accusing innocence   In a Graveyard of dreams   Showing ignorance   To the art of the mourning kind      Undiscovered beauty, the blind men kill another one   Just a fragment, a dear memory remains   In the ashes of another life that drowned   All the broken heroes are burying their nightmares in the sand   Touched by cruelty, the ghost of shadows arrives   And the magpie never used its wings to fly      In the sequence of a shaded kiss   The fearless uniformed got his tears on the inside   All the emotions gathering on the shore   In every moment there is one more failing hour to come      Grey light, in the silhouettes of dawning   The weak are gathered here for mourning   And the barbarian is honored once again   Yet another war for the statistic statues in command      Accusing innocence   In a Graveyard of dreams   Showing ignorance   To the art of the mourning kind      Accusing innocence   In a Graveyard of dreams   Showing ignorance   To the art of the mourning kind