Turn back, they've turned your blue skies black.
The only light that shines will burn you,
this is your final chance to flee.
Only the dead seem to find rest.
A tree without a forest.
Remember most of all, (the) first to slain are the frail and weak.
Through and through, absolute truth and definite lies,
equal to each other are equal to all things.
I could see it, smell it, taste it, yet the creeping clouds
fell to the earth.
As if a phenomenal wall transformed into a quickened horizon.
Pulling us closer toward the warming sun.
Attached to this flesh, once was skin is now mesh.
I witnessed light from those who died,
ascended to a failed divide...
The light that's given to us, a hell for hell, it's never glorious.
To end here would compromise a legacy.
