Ite, Missa Est

(Koroshite yaru!)

Preacher, better start to pray

Once you enter their domain

For the fallen seem to know

When the living hear them weep

Deemed unworthy by their friends

As their parents slit their throats

Now they are forced to sleep alone

Weak and feeding on their grief

From the fairest creeds of dignity and love

Came the worst disaster

(First the shame and then the sanity was lost

Twisted as their faces)

If you come across the hills

With unscathed piles of stones

Light a candle for the dead

Or you might be joining them