Can you hear them? Can you see them?
Still you fear them and you're living

Foul life, mere existence
Death waves crushing your spiritual side

Blade of the fallen one twisted
Poised to strike at command
Silent screams of the gifted
Their brains failing and
Hope with them surely dies

How could one decide
Before their eyes
A way to hide, remain in wait
And live the end

Morbid fashions distinctive
Drawing reason and sight
Old ways gone extinctive -
Hold on, majesty
Why don't you wait for your prize?

Slaves marching proud
On holy ground
Blindly they stare
But could not bare
To face the glare

Accursed feed
Out of machine
Disrupting sound
Inside, around

Burnt from inside
Nothing to hide
Like was foretold
You sold your souls
For useless gold

As the end neared
They felt nervous, they feared
Deep, in their every cell
They knew, it was hell