Subrosa

Heads on spikes, symbols on skulls
Give me a reason to go on
The winter sky is full of ash
Broken homes, endless trash
But in the darkness he holds his son
He’s all that’s left, the only one
In the hills, the people hide
Join together, rot inside
In this land, the only hope
Is to die young, to not get old
But in the darkness he holds his son