Traveled the world above,
Traveled the world below,
Watched the saints gathering in a row,
Weeping for their sins…
The sheering pain of dying martyrs,
Pales before the ecstasy of sinners,
The weeping angels shall be gone
Before the dead light of dawn.
The screams of the world above,
The joy of the world below,
All hell’s angels dismissed their claws,
Rejoicing back in paradise…
You see, they are tired of pointless game,
Tired aren’t we all?
The masquerade of biblical proportions,
Shall end with the refuse to fight.
Traveled the worlds above,
Traveled the worlds below,
Spread my wings and I’ve seen it all,
There is still a gap in what I know…