Angelcide
Forest Of Dead Trees
A golden world, once flurishing Now a barron wasteland concieved Our deaf ears can't hear the screams Of the suffering, willowing, dying trees No one seems to feel the cold The darkness cloaks the open graves The loss of all hope is yet so old As the naked eye is blinded by the fog The forces of greed and lust prevail The human soul can't win this fight The machine they built is oh so strong Defiance is not an option tonight The ceremony begins, the cematery holds the funeral of man and his creations Through despise they achieve all of their goals Power, War, Hate, Controll A once pround race reduced to ash A once pure blood now run cold An eternal paradox of meaningless existance And the loss of hope still grows so old
From Letras Mania