There were none at his left hand, no man amongst his army, the earth has ripped herself open, and birthed from her wounds thick black clouds which covered the earth It tears, I see blood in the air, I taste blood in the air, dissected from heaven, cut and stripped of her skin, we let it begin descending from heaven An all-consuming cancer, reaching to repent, we shall taste hate in its purest form, reching out for nothing, suffocating on our words, while we hold our children No cradle, no son, a mother of none