A Slaughter of Crows Rome

All our wrong goodbyes in bestial night
Where dead men walk the hills like torches
Bereft of the rose, what makes our heart beat so?

And all our day is done, carrion comfort
Carrion comfort, what makes our heart beat so?

This is your doing, you made this ruin
You made all of this ruin
Made me repent all my waiting
All our bleeding at secret altars

Knowing now what might have been
With enough fire to bring down half the firmament
Until all is, as it were, without blur
In your dead, fat world

You shamed mountain and river
Ashes and iron in a slaughter of crows
What makes our heart beat so?

We will leave no stone unscorched

To be born again in light
With eyes like a brother's fire
Hail the new kingdom! Hail the new king!