The shadows weep as the rain falls,
drowning and destroying the light from above.
The world is a weakness of constant sin,
a machine made to be broken,ticking,ticking away.
And when it is finished and can tick no more,
there will not be redemption,
nor lore, nor more,
nor for the most powerful man.
For even the most powerfuls man`s,most powerful tower,
it shall stand tall no more.

Forever it will fall,and be reduced to ruble.
And all that shall remain is the rain so suddle,
man drowning with his face in a puddle,
deepest blackness providing eternal trouble.
And yet all the torture will never cease,
but move faster,move on the double.

So forth the pain and fuss,
will be as relentless as us.
The agony,and the distortion,is nothing,
as forgiving as an abortion.

For those who give away there child,
into the wings of death,
dying before ever receiving a title.
It is those we see,
and those we know,
it is they,they who need to go.

For what we don`t see is the true victims,
the ones killed,the abortion in the docters kitchen.
And so we lay them down to sleep,
just as they did to there children,
and they diden`t even weep.

I suppose its true,
that u will reap,
all that lies inside,
thats true and deep.
No longer on there feet,
but on there knees,
they are begging, begging me.
For all the suffering and pain they delivered,
I held the knife up, as I shivered.

God have mercy upon there soul, so now as the world ends,and it begins to snow, it is they, yes they who need to go. There blood will be like the rivers,that will fornever flow.