forgotten hours fall away from time minute by minute his hope disappears in red wine
he falls from heaven, anger burns his grace oh help him, mercy, he can't find a way out of this maze
wrath is growing in a garden of despair in a land of hopelessness no one cares
it's raining flashes when his anger cries he's fighting until he dies blaming his god, for a cure it's too late, despair was the father of hate pain and tears are the home of the hateful prisoned in the pain of the fallen
i loose illusion about humanity we're gods and demons of our trivial insanity
the curse of dullness makes him ill in times of sins and sorrow hate is a reason to kill
he walks his way, too blind to see punishes all the sinners and falls dead on his knees
it's growing wrath in his mind later you'll say there were signs his angry voice cries in fear he walks his last way with a smile he speaks his last words like a prayer