Eschaton

When you embody all the silence

that make us proud

I walk like death through your gates,

and thunders light.

A sound and our world is gone.

It's a sound that burns lies

and weakness of might...

It's a sound that goes down

with the scent of the mortal divine.

It's the vengeance of tears

cleaning all of your smears.

It's a promise of fear

for the rebels who live.

Gone with the world without a cry.

It's a crime

That we can go on

and nothing goes wrong.

We're slowly down.

What have we done living just like parasites?

They watched my tears

and looked inside him

and slowly down

As we're collecting the remains of a tragic life

I look in your eyes and in no time we're paralyze.

A sound and our world is gone.