cold and dark around here burning flames are wreaked havoc beyond the ghostly horizon
the beast of our past is grunting
in mortal gas of greed and lies black holes eat the sunlight in lethal breath of wasted lives the globe a giant graveyard
OUR DREAMS ARE GONE
only idiots believe in peace in the eye of bloodstorms
just dream like winter trees standing tall in windy snowfall dream of shiny spring-leaves
call it heroism
enjoy it as long as on a savage night of sadness death will make all free
IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE
I can only hear the wind playing with the hair of a lone willow