[Razgriz]

Consequences and Loss

I run to the night, away of what has left,
to the graveyard where you rest
seeking wisdom and your strength.

I was your grandson, you called me friend
with a smile trough the wrinkles on your face.
Time has passed and all has changed,
the blood they share is full hate.

And now standing above your grave,
I should be praying, but I can’t
when I am looking at what has left.

Goodbye grandpa, goodbye friend
and forgive me I didn’t said those four words,
that last time we had met.