Far from here
deflagration
hits the sky
mankind fixed... too late
the execution's breath
hunts present away
sweeping the creation
with the back of his hand
our dying groans implode
through the lamentations collapse
a provoked silence persist
the doubtful silence of the human remains
powerfull intrusion
of the viction
our own sphere
degeneration of the populations
desintegrate all of the nations
darkness descends on the earth
as we lost our paradise
«What should be next
we are about to die on our feet
each war strikes men and they laugh
it is time to rise»
slavery misery
upon those violent acts
closed window
lies