o of the dead
i saw in my head
witness of crimes
historical times

you drew the lines
taught us the signs
lines are erased
future is faced

the wind can't sweep away the prints
of us who didn't see the hints

are you aware
of the guilt we share
the doom is at hand
the doom of man

are you in peace
as love will cease
the doom is at hand
the doom of man

haste to repent
angles are sent
preparing it all
the final call

waiting to free
things unseen
static to wild
wrath of a child

the sky will fall and crush the earth
the kings, the fools will curse this birth

with bleeding hands, to save ourselves
a cross we draw
we slept too long, too late to save
our burning foe