Our roads have crossed on the cursed path
Abandoned by the creed
No gods to pester ‘save our souls’
No kindly light to lead

For tales of [bad word] threw
Rotting dead men around
And ravens’flocks among them flew
For abundance they’ve found

Although still whispering our lies
Excuses for our fear
The gory hands are ne’er to wash
Though rain of [bad word] near