The Beauty
Oh master
The Beauty
why the wine on the corpses
For it feels so wicked
Does it bring you pleasure
Does it complete your sorrow
But look at it
The war you created with your own hands
A masterpiece remembered through time
Hung for the world to see
But the pain you felt
No one can understand
I look at you and wonder why
The pain around your throat
Was reflected so...
The beauty
Oh master
The Beauty