When the Christianity Dies

No peace in a world of punishment
Light only brings forth weakness
No faith where evil exists
Only hypocrisy in prayers

Your readings are of stories you twist to your whim

Troops and horses fall from the sky
Retaking their own, spilling blood
Fire and ashes in an eternal war
That suffocates every prayer

Broken bells in shattered churches
Temples and altars burning in hell's flames
Corpses and worms surrounding Christian images
And a putrid stench that eliminates divinity

Faith bleeds out before the darkness
The light that blinded them finally melts
The veil of light tears before this world
And only the cold of suffering rises in the universe

Weakness ends in times of chaos
Weak men who die and rot
Manipulated sheep sacrificed to the king
And beneath their blood a new kingdom has been born

Where the sheep are reborn, a new messiah will appear
Where the dead revive, suffering will revive
Where the thirst for death appears, hope will vanish
Where the antichrist appears, he will be praised, and the messiah tortured

Where there is light, there will be weak men
Where the world breaks, a new king will take his reign
And where darkness exists, there will be more to understand