In today's chaos
In yersterday's misery and age of many pests
Plenty of people stepped over the gate of the dead.
Flesh rotten from the bodies-feeding
Their blood flooded the fields as red swamp.
A hilld started to grow
Its filthy whiteness shined through the mountains
As it was the biggest among all
...called bonestake...
Victims of lost wars and viruses
Miserables of hunger.'chosen ones' of nature
They built this bonfire
Harder than all fires
That burn down the flesh of man
The shock
That it cannot be erased
Will be only stronger
As the future is evil
Bringing merely death | 
