Unto us bleeds love from ordered chaos Spectators zealously look as their hops die Upon a floor of despisement Will flowers even grow in these open wounds? Or dies the sorrow that binds us Tie its knot too tight? Grace now a relic that youth Stare at thru museum glass
Still they are ignorant of silent evisceration Feral display prevails among this generation
Awakening torrents of rain Swept mankind from the Earth Terror and fire will consume Wretched jetsam of creation
Where did the heroes go, and who now stands? Do all flee the rock in search of shifting sands? Sands of time cease not for human whim When our time is time we behold Him
Still they are ignorant of silent evisceration Feral display prevails among this generation
Awakening torrents of rain Swept mankind from the Earth Terror and fire will consume Wretched jetsam of creation