Rain falls
Heaven's tears weeping
For the centuries of torment
Torment
From the searing caress
Of sorrows fiery brand
Scorching its once pure heart
As helpless we gaze spellbound
Soon the demons shall be free
The terrible cries flow like morbid ballads
Through the cold blackened air
Telling tales fire
And murder
Demonic
Influence
Is everywhere
Horror of living
Soon to outweigh the fear of dying
So two faced
Living
With a knife in your back
Always one hand
Dipped
In blood
Hell is no myth
Hell is here
Trust no one
This world is truly dead
You say I'm talking
Fantasy
Well look around you
It's already begun
We've destroyed ourselves
The irony
Of it all makes me sick
For I know ours
Is a race
Unworthy
Of saving
So with our demise the rain still falls
Wasted years drowning in wasted tears
Only morbid
Ballads
Shall remain
Leaving the pages of time
Bloodstained

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