The road is steep, the darkness thick among
the hollow grounds I'm crawling past,
exhausted humming on the saddest song,
hoping that the pain will cease at last.

I see no family, nor laughing friends,
I see no light, nowhere to go,
just a nightly moonlit sky that tends
to make my shadow shrink and hide below,

to gaze in fear up to the stars;
we're brothers bound to walk so far from home,
trespassing through infected scars,
although together, still alone.