Halt your advances, brave conscripts
For danger lies dead ahead
These castle walls can't take much more
This bloodshed could fill ten abbatoirs
Three Hail Mary's on a shell casing rosary
Just to rest my weary head

And let me tell you something
We are cut from the same cloth
And that cloth just so happens to be
Just so happens to be on fire

Fire
Excuse me, I've been rude, I've lost some manners along the way
But I shan’t keep you a second longer
Welcomе to your new home

Though a picture's worth a thousand words
I’d nеver need that many to spell this out
These photographs are epitaphs of
A love of life so grim and black
Ember tongues the curtain with a final grand jeté
Comes coda of a heart and soul so atrophied at last

Ash will decorate your lungs