Symphony of the Fall

A cold day under the sun

A world screaming my name

Unknowingly,

A hunting ground full of prey

The dusk of creation,

Dawn of destruction, 

Anguish of a dying world,

Whisper a prayer before the fall

Innocents are born, 

To die as sinners,

Perfect engine of destruction, 

That most of us call life.

                                   

Harvest your prayers,

Enjoy your sins,

Prepare to witness

The symphony of the Fall