I walk across the ashes of a world I don't remember graves lay open bodies in piles waiting to rest in the earth, faces I know have yet to know and some I never will, I feel nothing numb or a dream I walk on needing to know there are voices speaking yet I can not understand them, every where I look death and destruction, heart heavy I walk on, the hot ash burning my flesh still nothing must be dreaming, back to where I started, this time I bury the dead looking for my own grave it is not here so I move on, now I see it battle swords flash guns sound, I find myself in armor and armed I join the battle blood washes over me I delight in the slaughter wounded and unfeeling we battle on pushing back always just out of reach, then I wake was it a dream my body can't tell my heart knows it was my mind is still in a fog, so real can taste the blood and weight of my arms and armor