Below the Soils - October Falls

There are no questions, no riddles or a marks from the gods\nNo saviour, no redemption for the cross-bearing hearts\nThere are no footmarks to follow\nOnly the gallows in sight\nThis flesh is weakened and strained\nYet still roaming ahead\nThe tears of salt or the drops of blood\nAll shed from the same trees\nAnd the roots of the scarred flesh\nAll spread into waste\nThere’s a mark, there’s an invisible scar\nA sight with distorted hope, carved into stones\nWritten in trees, burnt into pages of history\nAnd whether to fight or struggle in silence\nTo give steel or to lay in the pyres\nA spear in the chest or a knife in hand\nTo lay below the soils or to march for these lands\nThe flesh is weakened and strained\nBuried below the soils of the brave