Red is the colour of victory's rain  It stains all over the wall  The Temptating flow brings them further down  To what we are and what once they were  Gloomy and sinister, we await on the shore!    Blood formed in patterns  Scattered on the stone of fury  Leaving marks behind    Weaker than the weakest  Pityfull prayers shouted out for help  From on ear to the other  And away, to be lost and forgotten  No one listens...    And who would really want to know?  Of the pityful creatures  Left out in the cold  Weaker than the weakest  Pityfull prayers shouted out for help  From one ear to the other  And away, to be lost and forgotten  No one listens...    No one listens!!!    And who would really want to know?  Of the pityful creatures  Left out in the cold    Blood formed in patterns  Scattered on the stone of fury  Leaving marks behind