there was a time when i could speak to the lord a burning heart that made a real mystery unfold i won t remember what is lost in tug of greed in an ideal world that was made for me to see it creates the atmosphere of fear pain lots of pain come into my ears drown slowly in the river of tears true enemies are drawing near screams of agony within this violent storm the day the child died the day he was born souls of dead gather waiting for this judgement day glory of this sacred day fades to gray the only thing is but it s always failed never ends returns everyday at the final gate some began to pray to get ready for doomsday the power and protection belief in jesus s resurrection it haven t supported helped us ever our souls are damned forever i joined those whose life departed that ll be my doom no daylight under the unholy darkest moon renewal to the highest ultimate degree the verge on the meaningless they sent to set it free