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.