At Dawn
Project Blue
Plague of epic proportions has taken holdBodies lie in the streets stacked to the heavensDeaths hand clenched around swollen throatsSet ablaze to contain the contagionBloody mucus flows from the infectedEmaciated crawl on crooked handsThere backs arched in agonizing wail"What have we wrought?" they crySynthetic PathogenPreforming at maximum efficiency99% chance of certain deathOnly the dreamers shall remainNo solace as their life endsAgonizing torture as fluid fills their lungsThe captain salutes as they passWaiting for the arms of sweet deathHemorraging from every orificeEyes cataract and blindWrought of their own constructionMankind has successfully ended his timeBut what of those who remain?Letras de cancionesAdrift in a sea of the deadBasking in their mortalityThey hear two distant cries(one the soothing call of a motherthe other the maniacal laughterof the dark man)Welcome to the world of Project BlueWelcome to the land of the deadWelcome to the field of hopeWelcome to the city of the dead
From Letras Mania