• The sky is gray
    And our lungs are black
    We've lost our way
    And we can't turn back

    The ground is burned
    And our tears are crimson
    Death has returned
    Judgment Day has begun

    We scatter the ashes
    But the spirits still haunt us
    And as lightning flashes
    We are reminded to confess

    Flames may be endless
    Smoke may be blinding
    But let's not regress
    As we tear away this binding