The streets have fallen silent,
The laughs of children echo only in my mind.
Every house has become a void,
It has become a land of nothing.

They came, taking only what they want
Leaving nothing behind.
Nothing except for three.
Two for their kind,
One, for no purpose
But to die.

This land was stripped of life,
Its promised crushed,
Its hopes shredded.
They care for nothing
But their survival.
I care for nothing
Save their death.

They have taken far too much.
They have taken what matters.
For this they die.
For this I will kill.
Life has lost importance to me,
Except for that one purpose.
I will find her,
They will die.