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

Dawn

Behold! Chaos is here
Tranquility is lost
But this is not the dawn of making
This is the dawn of the end...

Be it so that another man rise
From the ashes of the old
Keep in mind that whatever he promised
His legacy won't turn to gold...

Pay no attention, not at all,
To the people that hope
Their souls won't be sold,
Put your trust in no one,
            But the prophets of the Fall

At peace for a while,
No more rules to break or bend,
Remember the dawn of the making
Before the dawn of the end...

Awakened

Cold
Enclosed space
I open my eyes
Darkness

Anguish
Cannot breathe
Heart beats faster
Fear

Stillness
Anguish turns to rage
Fear turn to hate
Despair

Putrefaction
Hate claims shape
Rage focuses
Death

I close my eyes
Heart is pounding hard
Silent screams
Revelation

I'm in my grave