Creators of the apocalypse

I fall within a dream
Darkness surrounds me
I open my eyes
Yet there is nothing I can see
Am I dead? Or am I still alive?

I feel the air around me
Thickening a distant voice
Is calling me

And I saw us standing there
Beneath the flaming skies
In blackness where
We all fade into nothingness
And become memories of a thousand lives
Sacrificed
They fought
We lost

Follow me
Omnes nos mori
Propter crimina
Sunt enim victimae innocentes in bello
And you will see
Ubi hest honoris
Quis est im gloria
Ibi nihil est
That we all
Omnes nos mori
Propter crimina
Have lost
Ibi nihil est
Ubi est honos et gloria
The war

I wake up in a dream
Silence surrounds me
I close my eyes
Yet there is nothing I can see
But flashes of the day you died

I feel the walls around me caving in
I hear your voice
And I can't breathe

And I saw us standing there
Beneath the flaming skies
in blackness where we keep
fading into nothingness
and become memories

A thousand times
Omnes nos mori
Propter crimina
Sunt enim victimae
They fought
Innocentes in bello
Ibi nihil est
Ubi est honos et gloria
We lost