Seven Impale - Eschaton Horo lyrics

The future depends on the past And probably To more than we can relate to A haze of fear nourishing their hate As long as it's not too late The dove has flown its last peace march And probably The last we see before the end starts The tree of life has seen its last spring Trembling to see what the winter brings So you trusted the piety of man And probably You also reached out your hand Towards the skies from where the downpour came At last the heavens are to blame