Lost are days of guilt and rage
Of bitter black and grey
A welcome to tomorrow
The soft caress of fate
Hidden in our past
Distorted thoughts and dreams
Visions of disaster
Tremors we hold dear
Why are we prisoners?
What deeds remain to seek?
When will the rainbow break apart?
Then we face the final blight
When the morning murders night
Ravaged minds in blissful light
Silent corpses rise in mind
Words of vermillion spread
When comes the day we dread
Feel the stench of solitude
Of apathy and truth
Engraved within the voices
Within the the silent cries
Hidden from our view
Disfigured shapes protrude
Figures forged by madness
To seal this withering tomb
And we face our inner blight
When we mourn this murder's night
Ravaged flesh beyond our sight
Silent whispers scratched denied
Floods of vermillion bled
Comes now the day we dread
Come the dead
Chaos violently churning
These crimson stains will remain
Collapsing the world as we sleep
The promise we never could keep
See what our place has become
See what our future will hold
See what our actions has brought
See how we wither away
See how we wither to dust
See us reduced to a memory
We aim our screams into the light
And feel the terror of its might
Ravaged souls torn from the night
Silently in dreadful blight
Tears of vermillion shed
On this the day we dread
Come the dead
We join the dead
