Blood soaked boots

Standing on a pillar of stone
Above this demented world
Rotten lies have masked the truth for years
But now,
The towers are burning

They´ll be covered with mothers tears and childrens blood
Pouring down from the sky
It is the abstract of wrath
Death is the seed from which i grow

Corpses decorate my path
I see the world in flames
The smoke fills my eyes
The wind blows its bloody scent

My boots are soaked with blood