The blood was not just in the soil nothing was to be seen but blood This land is saturated with blood The blood cries out from the ground no one spoke which of these people are the savages? you don't trust anybody History is a merciless judge You see I cry forever the vestiges of the beast in man I never read about the murders in any books as if these crimes had been excised from history hearts… divided between two worlds We Never Sleep drawn every kind of villain perish from the face of the earth fallen carved into pieces time of the flower-killing moon