Slayers

Chapter 8

Oh, Sinful Slayers! Not left a single tear to shed Flowed away on the red stained bed Not left a single word to speak Faded away on the basin, limp and weak Where now my brothren, guardians lay Victims of merciless slay "Oh, Slayers! Come!Come and slay to console me! Your blood-smeared future, I can see!" Oh, Selfish Slayers! Not left a single smile to smile Died away along the corpses' pile Not left a single cry to cry Mingled away in the gore high Savage citizens of abbatoir Snatched my loved far "Oh, Slayers! Come!Come and slay to console me! Your blood-smeared future, I can see!" Oh, Shameless Slayers! Not left a single night to sleep Drowned away in the blood deep Not left a single morning to claim Charred away in the pyre flame Mourning, grieving along the morts My lone, pale face contorts "Oh, Slayers! Come!Come and slay to console me! Your blood-smeared future, I can see!"