The sky falls and burn red Doom begets doom The black blood of avidity Flows like rivers upon the starving earth No light shall pass the doom No warmth to embrace the cold Virtue dies with the creation More suffering will come A time to be forgotten For the future is black Farm, propagate the future No time for the sun as humanity is dying Reasons forgotten within temporal minds Shallows graves of death and rot Relive our past, they go on with our future Walking upon the dead