The harsh reality is that their minds were more coarse than ours

The worst is over and winter will take it's course

They'll feed on their dead when the land is not their own

Hands of bone start deserting all their homes


Providence


We'll feed their children from the

From the mouths of our own

Such a crusade on hold


Why, because our heart are filled with common sense

Why, because forgiveness comes in hoards


Feed, but don't let them see us

Smile, but don't let them hear us


We'll learn what we can now but why

To bury all them after the snowfall

Ignore the acceptance and just keep your mouth shut


Bide our, time we'll, learn to live like they do

Raise our, strength and

Carry on as they do

Burry our blade far, far from them

Keep them in the dark


We'll just cary on

As if no wrong

We'll just carry on

You just carry on as if no wrong

Just carry on now


Surprise them

Make tragedy our middle name

With our new strength

Fault of their own


We faked it

Believe it

Your forgiveness undone

Now horror comes at night


We've taken what we wanted so bury them