RsuN

When the time's begun
The death of our sun
Over violent reeds
Over dying seeds
When the job is done
And the tears have run
We'll find our greed
From what they bleed
Our virtues shun
And left arson

When the goners stare
And the broken care
When the scene is shocked by that crimson air
Through your bloodied hands
Placed upon the sands
We'll find our guilt
Put back the silt
Of glory won
And our arson