Sorrow filled days of disease, the faceless shadows arise.
The fear once among the lust, now reflects creations demise.
So to the idols wait for the impending doom, under a godless sky, yet we walk
on further atop the broken glass.
For our feet will heal but our souls stay doused.
With humanity`s blood, await the crucifixion, no one is forgiven, everything
precious lost.
Sanctified to God, carved into our souls, carved into our past, our lives
severed!!!
Our lives remain severed!!!