Tonight is hollow
And this cold rain bleeds
Like the last tears
Of dying angels

Nothing moves
Nothing breathes
Only silence
Devours the earth

The sky is a wound of darkness
A void stitched with despair
Far away
Trumpets shiver in the mist
A sound so faint
It feels like the world whispering
Its own funeral

Shadows rise
Where hope has drowned

War rides a burning corpse of a steed
Lighting ruins that once were dreams
Death, silent and pale
Glides over bones forgotten by time
Pestilence rots the breath of the living
And famine drags a hollow hunger
That swallows the last light

Is this the end?
Angels fall with broken wings
Collapsing into the ashes
Of all we destroyed

Neither heaven
Nor hell
Nor angels
Nor demons
Hold guilt for this night
We shaped our doom
With our own hands

Ash drifts like dying prayers
Across a sky too tired to shine
Every heartbeat fades
Like a name erased from a tombstone

The horsemen return
And the world bows
To the weight of prophecy

War burns the shadows
Death freezes the wind
Pestilence whispers sickness
Into the bones of cities
Famine consumes
What sorrow could not

Above us, angels scream
Their tears falling
Like shattered halos

When all light dies
And silence owns the sky
May the angels
Finally find a place
To rest
Their broken wings