All Its Grace
Weary Hours Of The Fall
The thought of this coming revelation
Pierced to heart as a blast
The end's certainty
Brightness of living things
Fades in the back
Behind a song of mourning
Sang by the dead
Our journey was futile
All effort is futile
Our hope, so futile
So less
Time for
Us to rise
Distant horizon
Shores of fate
Reveals this frailty
Of earth itself
Nothing but this deceiving
Bright flicker
Is the numbing background
To just enduring to the end
End of existence
So lay down your lives
Everything we give
Is taken aside
Everything we take
Is taken
All of our lies
Shall be buried
In the ruins of our conscience
We constantly die
In two years, not one day more
The world will be swept away
In his infernal rosefield
The tower of reality
Cries with his bestial voice
And time's just a face on the water
Time is only a face on the water
Sincerely yours
I'm praying for the end of time
From Paroles Mania