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