Drop by drop, the rain had started.
Wetting the bodies of the fallen.
To be expected a flood.
The amalgamation between the water and blood.

The skies were bright like never before
Yet the clouds hid the smiles of the sun that wanted to give more.
Some condolence or prayer.
It felt like nothing was needed, because there was no way to escape the Crow's lair.

The crows, hungry as never before.
Waiting for death to open its door.
Feasting on the flesh of the damned men.
Leaving nothing for our eyes to mourn.

At least they were satisfied on this bloody day.
Even though our death caused the rain.
At least i did not hear the anguish of the fallen.
Being eaten alive with no strength for crawling.

Find your peace my fallen brothers
Your empty souls will be refilled.
For in death you made a miracle.
The Crow's happiness was revealed.