Blood on the Lupines - Inter Arma

As the sun bids farewell

To this dusty wash

Its final thin rays

Kindle tiny stars

That dance

In no particular time

Specks of stray glass

That collect the last hints

Of the fleeting light

Of the fleeting light

As darkness grips

This wayward land

Scant flickers of transient light

Frolic in the distance

A sure sign of some dreary town

So I wander through the night

'Til I reach its shadowy edge

Where gravestones lay between

Shuttered homes and rusting hulks

Rusting hulks

Where I see her figure

Faceless in the gloom

And she says

«Turn away!

These people are held by a cursed star

There’s blood on the lupines and a fever in this town

There’s blood on the lupines and a fever in this town»