The life you reaped
Once had a name
The blood stains your hands
Wrapped in guilt sealed with shame
I grieve for what turns to ashes
And bones and buried beneath the
Garden of stones
When the night is dawn
And the haze ruled the sky
The d**h marched through the land
I heard the angels cry
I crave what's mine back
All that I have known
Now buried beneath
The garden of stones