I take a last look back. The wind has spoken, now is the time to get things done.
Farewell is to die a little, but to stay is to burst softly. Sky rumbles. Bad omen. Clouds tears. Flesh cracks.
Neoblivion, breath the fire. Neoblivion scars, peace nests a myth.
Praise to the stars of martyrdom, drop down from heaven ! Sentenced to wait. Sentenced to dig my own grave.
Unholy wars all draped with white flags, no one has ever baptized peace in a bloodbath. Architects of desolation, your world goes up in smoke. We’re burning souls. No one has ever been saved by weapons of destruction...
Scars burns while they call the shots. Trapped between sky and earth.