• we reach for the future but all we find is dust.
    a whithered dream that died long ago
    the twisted wind blows all hope away
    the arch angels cover our world in flames
    the human race will burn to the rocks
    no inocent child will survive our fate
    when will the hero return to claim his place
    to exicute the vile sinners that pollute this world
    pour the acid into the demons eyes
    and hide away forever in darkness
    no clue to find except that dieing heart of mine
    the ripped flesh of a babies skin
    scream to God no more sin