Trials of the Lost - Cara Neir

Blast-doors protect no life

No shells left, wishing for a cigarette to light

Planes dip overhead, knowing what comes next makes it worse

Bow to the distance as I witness the mammoth disperse

Char on my legs, or could it be blood

As pitch black as it comes

Ashes where I thought bodies…

Candlelight from distant windows are luring, trust not

No hope

No hope

Flesh bubbles and soaks in the mire

Sunlight dimming, killing all human desire

Beckons the last wave of death

Broken they talk, and lost are the souls from the nest

No hope