There are no Holy rains to wash away the filth
Too many reaching flames lying deep within
No prayer to pray or star to shine
To clean the world’s stain of mortal sin

My own pristine wings, they’re corrupted,
weighting as if I carry a thousand boats
Demon dancing about me, laughing,
pouring their poison down my parched throat

Far are the thoughts of any utopia,
only false masks that monsters hide
Bile falls past their sharpened fangs
They continue to grow and thrive

In this fallen land, Hope abandoned ship,
Trust gave up halfway through,
Strength was pierced by diamond spears,
and innocence remains with so few

Sin, no longer a temptation but simple fact
Prayers and shooting stars, only a myth
The land is consumed in blazing inferno
and heavens lakes have all dried herewith

Our land was pillaged before our eyes,
a loss that still echos the screams
Here it seems the devil spawn rules us
and their race now reign supreme