Exnosuas Donax

An etude for the killer rings.

We are born to be enslaved in chains,
Eyes gliding over with the frost of yesterdays,
And depression is our ultimate goal:
A downfall, a crowd gathered for the final chime.

We set the world at their feet
And were trampled underneath,
Our cries evaporating into the nether
Obsidian filling our tongues and throats

And we are nothing, meant to be captured
The next day thrown away
Minds broken by the words that echo forever,
We promise to keep our hearts broken
And sink into eclipse.

Who needs us now?
Nobody.
Who cries for us now?
Nobody.
Who would die for us now?
Nobody.

We are the dead. The killer hastens,
Putting his mark down.
One hundred years we cry blood and tears
We will never escape.

Tell my brother I said hello.