It has been written… For dust we are, And to dust we return. Where death has fallen, New life begins to churn. Slaughtered for existing, Returned to the dust, One life taken To feed what must. For all things dying Are seeds in decay, The carcass of life Breeds dawn into day. Survival in silence, The heart can betray, For the living know death Yet devour their way. The carcass of life, The cycle ordained, What falls to the ground Is risen again. From ashes to hunger, From hunger to light, Death plants the seed of life, For the next in line. Not eye for an eye, But the law of the land, The strong rise higher On the bones of the damned. As wheat must fall For the stalk to rise, Flesh becomes soil In the fate under skies. We sacrifice the fallen, But the truth is stark: The living feed living In a world ruled by dark... All go to one place, All turn to the dust, The breath of the dying, Feeds the newborn thrust. The carcass of life, A divine design, What perishes now Strengthens the line. For nothing can blossom Till something must die, A cruel holy truth Set under the sky.
