Beneath a Sun so Cold

Another thousand years passes; And broodish culture spreads its wings;
To take flight and devour still; Feeding on our forsaken earth.
Nature lies broken from our victory; For the good of mankind's majesty; Desolate structures monuments of achievement;
Heed my words your hour is at hand. Your time has come. Beneath a sun so cold; You have prayed for salvation;
And from this shattered sky; Shall vengeance rain down. In a storm of broken vows; Your forgotten oaths lie abandoned; Atonement for all life's anguish; Just as truth has freed my eyes.
Shall it enslave your soul for all eternity.
Let my bloody knuckles and haunting cries; Serve as a testament to what has taken place;
I condemn this world to the keepers of the night. We leave our first life our great demise and downfall;
I have been awaiting the coming dawn for so long. Hide your true intentions; Behind a wall of poisoned ideals;

Fear all that you have not known;
Reap all that you have sown; For one day we shall awaken. Shallow rhetoric will serve you no longer;
Let my harsh words be burned into your mind. I will pour everything;
That I am and ever will be; Into the destruction, Of your "perfect" vision.