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
