This is darkness

Welcome to the fall of the century
the creeping hate plays the end-theme
Deadly chanting songs and we were its rhymers
The fading light of all what was holy

And so far we have been, our buildings touched the sun
How deadly they sing as they burst our lands

"For all that lives is holy and no one shall touch life's throne"
Beginning is a purpose but not on blackened lands
Cold monuments of steel only machines we cultivate
Death's architectures are built on our hate

The rain of the ultimate season - we'll all be brothers of decay
This is the end of reason - when It rises to end our lives
Kingdom of frozen emotions - our icons of bleeding stone
Dioramas turned into grey lands - can we return our lies
Flowing blood for the machines which determine our life
Is there a turning back now - open your eyes for the real essence of life
Eyes blind to understanding - we're just tools of the fall
Invoking crimson December - and this was life

Moment of Judgement:
"I'm the final one taking the power of the sun - fire to the universe your heavens shall burn
Over the seven seas I've come to see you on your knees - oceans rise, thunder and ice
I'll cast your land with shades the eclipse is on the wait - no sun for the sunborn darkness to light
And over every hill you'll hear my majestic will - sun so sombre paleness so pure"

There has something happened to this world-all leads to decease
Towards end time we march and let our children weep
The fountain of life is frozen - mirrors reflecting blood
We just leave unlife in our lifetime and by our failing we degenerate

For the next generation a vacant soil and cold resources
May they bring back the life we wasted and destroyed

Speech of Judgement:
"I have risen in the dark of night to make You tremble mankind
I, the light fearer I sense no time see me unbound at midnight
Join me in rejecting the lies or You'll be forlorn
If you won't atone for your sins your world will die"

But to blind to see we darkened our destiny
The sun will swallow a vacant planet
which name will long be forgotten
...and may this tragedy come over the next living
We're death's sons-life decays in us
The ashes we leave are like the air we breath
Grey of machines' dust comes over the world
Ash mother, dark father - wipe us away!

This was the turn of the century
our creeping hate played the end-theme
Death bringing songs have slipped through our lips and
Life's holiness is forever gone