One more soul to the call

                                                   One more soul to the call

Tell me one more time, 

My blood, your line. 

Is this you inside?

Death to the living. 

The flame has no living heart. 

In the order of life, they know you there, 

As you saw it, your plan, a real shot in the dark,

Came a little too late, it's over. 

Calling the children. 

Conception and dying. 

Silent, but screaming. 

Damage done to the flesh, what they said in the name of the, 

Damage done to the heart is the start of the end. 

Damage done to my soul, I know, it goes with my, 

Damage done to my life, cursing loud at the chaos. 

You're here, you're gone. 

It's not fair, I'm lost. 

Your God, your fear. 

Was it worth the price?

Pray for the children you lost along the way. 

Still remember the names, and faces. 

Cold, and abandoned, 

They cry, their fate put in your hands. 

When it's over, they come to haunt you. 

Wasted, confusion. 

Deadly illusion. 

Nightmare intrusion. 

One more soul to the call, for all, in silence comes, 

Two more souls to the call, for all, and in time. 

Three more souls to the call, they fall, unknowing that, 

Four more souls to the call won't be all, and you know it. 

---Akira Yamaoka