forgotten hours fall away from time
minute by minute his hope disappears in red wine he falls from heaven, anger burns his grace
oh help him, mercy, he can't find a way out of this maze in a land of hopelessness no one cares he's fighting until he dies
it's raining flashes when his anger cries
despair was the father of hate
wrath is growing in a garden of despair
blaming his god, for a cure it's too late,
pain and tears are the home of the hateful
prisoned in the pain of the fallen
i loose illusion about humanity we're gods and demons of our trivial insanity
the curse of dullness makes him ill hate is a reason to kill
in times of sins and sorrow he walks his way, too blind to see
it's growing wrath in his mind punishes all the sinners and falls dead on his knees
his angry voice cries in fear
he speaks his last words like a prayerlater you'll say there were signs
he walks his last way with a smile.
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