Parading on the pride of othersnIt is their fine art of slaughternOne by one go down, cascading bloodstains on sacred groundnThe art of the mourning kindnThe cry of Gods children, when Eden burnsnnAccusing innocencenIn a Graveyard of dreamsnShowing ignorancenTo the art of the mourning kindnnUndiscovered beauty, the blind men kill another onenJust a fragment, a dear memory remainsnIn the ashes of another life that drownednAll the broken heroes are burying their nightmares in the sandnTouched by cruelty, the ghost of shadows arrivesnAnd the magpie never used its wings to flynnIn the sequence of a shaded kissnThe fearless uniformed got his tears on the insidenAll the emotions gathering on the shorenIn every moment there is one more failing hour to comennGrey light, in the silhouettes of dawningnThe weak are gathered here for mourningnAnd the barbarian is honored once againnYet another war for the statistic statues in commandnnAccusing innocencenIn a Graveyard of dreamsnShowing ignorancenTo the art of the mourning kindnnAccusing innocencenIn a Graveyard of dreamsnShowing ignorancenTo the art of the mourning kind