To a Tomorrow That Never Comes

Kill one...we kill for today.
Kill two...we kill for tomorrow.
Kill three souls...the blood flows thick.
Hatred is heavy and blood is dark.

Though tears can be hidden, all hearts break.

Starlight seeps into the bone
Blood runs dry in frozen hearts
And night descends on tangled fields.

A homeless journey beyond dark fate.

Lament of wildflowers,
Moan of wind,
Blooming in shadow,
Hell's sweet blossoms.

Eyes fixed on phantoms,
We look to tomorrows that never come.

- Lone Wolf and Cub
Vol. 17: The Will of the Fang
The Eighty-Third: To a Tomorrow That Never Comes