Remember we Die

Beneath the sun that scorches bone we march where

prophets once were thrown our banners snap Like breaking spines, black cross on

white, the only sign. Remember, brother, flesh must fall.

The worm will wait. Both great and small, yet still sings

louder than the grave. Devils vault and all are same.

Memento mori, carved in stone Your breath is borrowed.

Not your own days bold. The cry rings

clear through blood and fire death draws near.