Eschaton

When you embody all the silenceThat make us proudI walk like death through your gates,And thunders light.A sound and our world is goneIt's a sound that burns liesAnd weakness of might...It's a sound that goes downWith the scent of the mortal divine.It's vengeance of tearsCleaning all of your smears.It's a promise of fearFor the rebels who live.Gone with the world without a cry.It's a crimeThat we can go onAnd nothing goes wrong.We're slowly down.What have we done living just like parasite?They watched my tearsAnd looked inside him...And slowly downAs we're collecting the remains of a tragic lifeI look in your eyes and in no time we're paralyzed.A sound and our world is gone