IRC-Galleria

A sad world
watching its ending to come.
Rivers of blood and pain
taking dead to their home.

So far away salvation lies.
Dying swans still fly in the sky.
And God turns his back
to people screaming His help.

No one will rise a hand
to save this world,
All happyness disappeared
and they will not understand.

So much for Mother Earth,
we hungered too much.
So we have to die
to feed the lands
of our becoming graveyards.

Broken love
still breathing for us.
Trying to make us to see
that there is nothing to fear.

Dreams die,
never coming back.
Take my hand,
join with swans in the skyÂ…

And no one will rise a hand,
no one will see this beautiful world.
All will perish tonight.
We have to stop the fights!