A circle has come
More suffering ahead
Ashes smoke their souls
Animals are on fire
Nature gives what we deserve
The desert storm continues
Through the years and ages
Our funeral is sun
A coughing made of light
Burning the skin to die
Help needed on planet earth
Waisted crowds
Emptying the unsaid
Forced to gather hate
And struggling to preserve faith
The angel of darkness
Is reaching our hapiness
Never think
Never tell
What you feel
Never smell
Never taste
What could destroy
The puppets of major king
The alienated cries
The endless pride
We are looking for and dying with
Careless mind, conscious aborted
Let us suck the light
To discover the shadows