To my eyes I see a waste A defilement to my creations of clay Thou hast wrought upon thyselves a fury which you all may pray is never seen again To the depths of hell are you all condemned Don't even bother trying to repent I gave to you the blessed river Jordan and in response you give me rage and war I gave to you salvation through Abraham and in response you give me sin galore Wicked heathens, kneel before your god for soon you will know his wrath Cherish these hours for they'll soon be gone Your budding future now returned to ash Look not upon the ashes, Look not upon the flames Look not upon the ruin, or a pillar you shall remain I often wonder when alone, if maybe I made a mistake In trusting such a young and stupid creation with their own fate Could it be that I, the creator , the omnipotent in forsaking my archangels fell pray to arrogance? Though I offered mercy and everlasting forgiveness to you all You repaid me in kind with the raping of angels and so I damn you all Cursed Humans I often wonder when alone, if maybe I made a mistake In trusting such a young and stupid creation with their own fate Could it be that I, the creator , the omnipotent in forsaking my archangels fell pray to arrogance? As I look down upon the cities, as the flames take their toll I cannot shake this feeling that I'm the one who should atone For clearly I must have made a mistake, a miscalculation For perfect beings in my perfect image can't deserve such devastation The storm's behind me now, and yet I feel hallow Powerful though I am, it seems not all invincible Emotionally vested in these creatures of mud and dust What makes them infinitely more important then the universe?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
