Evening Widows - These Are They

crying, they’re deep in pain, soulless, stench of death

protrudes them.

wondering mind, killing dreams, grim reality of the

night.

cold rain pours, hll is here, needles, pins, from the

sky.

flaming light from guns ablaze, take you life, of an

evening widow.

and they cry, evening widow.

will they die, evening

widow?

to hillside, to bury the dead, black sedans forever come.

enemies stare, a child will cry, plot of ground, unholy

stone.

dress of black, veil of shame, hiding fear of reprisal.

where to turn, lady in fear, cold hand of fate, evening

widow.

and they cry, evening widow.

will they die, evening

widow?