The Dying

We flew over these lands and broke our wings in the flight.

Precipitation so far from salvation to a blinding light of despairing life

I’m falling – my soul is starving.

So beautiful, this silent call –

With eyes of mist and snow –

This tear of our persistent cry.

Oh, how I cry...

How much sorrow can we stand?

How many tears do we have to shred?

We cried, we suffered, we died... over and over and over again.

Desolation sanctified – the walls are closing in.

Resurrection terrified – I see the humans grin.

We cried, we suffered, we died...

We starve ourselves from hope and dreams.

Desperation horrified – we made in sickened blood.

Resurrection humanized – they smile with dripping poison.

Creator – believer – deceiver...

Desecrate – devastate – your souls are dead!

The sun will never rise again

Your sun will never rise again

The fading innocence, the dying beauty

A word of light darkens this peaceful night.

I’m falling – my soul is starving.

So beautiful, this silent call –

With eyes of mist and snow –

This tear of our persistent cry.

Your wretched empire falls apart...

The signs are shown all over the world.