Eschaton

When you embody all the silence 
 that make us proud 
 I walk like death through your gates,
 and thunders light.
 A sound and our world is gone.

 It's a sound that burns lies
 and weakness of might...
 It's a sound that goes down 
 with the scent of the mortal divine.
 It's the vengeance of tears
 cleaning all of your smears.
 It's a promise of fear
 for the rebels who live.

 Gone with the world without a cry.
 It's a crime
 That we can go on
 and nothing goes wrong.
 We're slowly down. 
 What have we done living just like parasites?
 They watched my tears 
 and looked inside him
 and slowly down

 As we're collecting the remains of a tragic life
 I look in your eyes and in no time we're paralyze.
 A sound and our world is gone.