Beneath Dying Skies
by Through the Eyes of the Dead· from Bloodlust
Beautiful scars cover my broken temple
no one tried to save this
the sun's burnt out
darkness is beginning
the sun's burnt out
no more beauty, no more life
hate and cries lie in the hands of all
awakened by horror and screams of..
people kill themselves because they fear dying
futile to try and stop this
your time is up
beneath dying skies
suffer
suffer for this
no words can describe death's bliss
slaughter of innocence
the rain that cleanses the scars of ages