"Farewell happy fields Where Joy for ever dwells Hail Horrors, hail"* As vultures robbing what's left of our souls What has been written, rewritten in blood. As we gather the books of rational minds From the tombs Man strives to set forth destruction In passionate lust to kill. From the vaults to extermination Bedeviled, misguided in a deathless wrath Once naive, betrayed by faith A famine of charity Smothering as foul limbs blossom red. From the vaults to extermination An all-devouring ignominy Gorged in obnoxiousness In the utmost darkness of the human mind