Red Will Dye These Snows Of Silver

I arrived to hear the earth unleash its cries

A guilty hand

The fruit of past fracturings

First to be of many future histories

From suffered birth

Now red will dye these snows of silver

Red will dye these snows of silver

Famous by the mark inflicted on your life

The generations find new use for your crime

On green hills an angel guards a bleak reminder

For all time