"6 Yards x 6 Feet Deep"

Six yards of concrete; that's how much
had to be paid for, for to cover their heads, to lay them to rest...

Although, who could ever with the evil that had befallen them

On this, their makeshift tombstone by
someone who never had the right, shoes were brushed-off of their dirt and dust, and cigarettes were smoked whilst talking and laughing about this cruellest of lives...

While they gazed-up above from below,
wishing that someone would hear their distant cries

Unrest; unrest; who'll avenge them

Ease the pain of the cross that's way to
heavy; never on their shoulders should
have been fucking placed

"The Eyes of Gaia always Look Lovingly
  with Compassion on the Innocent;
   those who have not yet fallen...
   to give them comfort"

Self-appointed, "Angel of Death," looking
through eyes, pondering whom you'll eat
tonight

You looked on your own children's friends; their classmates whom you
told them they could bring over, hungrily wondering which parts you'd leave
for the next days leftovers

Unrest, unrest; who'll avenge them

Ease the pain of the cross that's way to
heavy; never on their shoulders should
have been fucking placed

Rage, rage; from the land of the living
you've been displaced

Rest, rest; Please I wish; you've been
taken from this land of death