That all the salt of the tears that they all will cry yet the warmth of the sun won't let the tears go dry

"My heart is burned to six feet under. My soul is black as the moonless night. There's one thing that the heathens see. The fragile flesh of the unborn child."

"Why won't you talk to me? Just talk to me. Why can't you see the fear? The fear of life. That's all the salt of the tears that they will cry."

"We feel the anger rise before the wake. We march again ______ The wrathful demons come to brake our _____"