Morbid Visions
Days are dark and the moonlight burns,
It’s too late now to run;
Something deep inside me churns,
The end has just begun.
Show no mercy, kill them all,
They’re all already dead;
Souls in leash, they’re about to fall,
Where angels fear to tread.
Morbid visions fill your sleep,
And birds of doom are chirping;
Sinful conscience running deep,
Existence has no meaning.
Skies are falling as we rise,
Those walls are closing in;
Too late when you realize,
That life’s a Holy sin.
What you ever were or are,
Will no more mean a thing;
All you’re now is a defunct star,
So hot and still no zing.
Listen to the dismal rants,
And agonies of gloom;
Hold your breath as the Heaven chants,
The prophecies of doom.
Faith departed, prayers unheard,
All signs are ripe and strong;
No more being a wingless bird,
In a cage I don’t belong.
Twisted fate, eternal pain,
Your cries in wilderness;
Lost yourself for trivial gains,
Your gains are meaningless.
Torn apart and broken down,
A civilization’s end;
Kingdom of Heaven has lost its crown,
No Messiah left to send.
Taste the godforsaken fruit,
For Eden’s no more yours;
Death is loud and Gods are mute,
At Hell’s inviting doors.
Days are dark and the moonlight burns,
The final web is spun;
Feasting on you taking turns,
Your fates won’t let you run.
