Black Slate
They fire by sea to land and hills
You hear the screams the shrieks the shrills,
These honored lives now wax and wane
Every death and story there’re all the same,
There is no change no different tone
A group a whole no not alone,
You pray for yourself you pray that you’re done
Reality strikes reality won,
The wall stands for death the wall stands for all
You haven’t failed you only fall,
Your space is one but count of ten
This single wall of million men.