Red Will Dye These Snows Of Silver

I arrived to hear the earth unleash its cries
a guilty hand
the fruit of past fracturings
first to be of many future histories
from suffered birth

now red will dye these snows of silver
red will dye these snows of silver

famous by the mark inflicted on your life
the generations find new use for your crime
on green hills an angel
guards a bleak reminder
for all time