The Ravenous Heralds

We feed the masses to their tombs to reconcile with war
Therein the nothingness retains all its worth
To make us understand the dreadful scars of woes
Fragile as the mould of glass that forged our mortal shell
Burning our sons trying to sense the cruel quintessence of truth

The second sin has come and gone
Blessed us with pain
The second sin has come and gone

Why the echoes of the graves would blame us for their agony?
We shall be just swept off the face of the earth

Why does the nails of justice endeepen into your hearts?
Seven days to unmake this orb
Is it enough to call us gods?

The final chapter of our tome has been sealed off with thorns
We failed to withstand all the weight of our words
That always craved to rend this world in half
As worms waiting to rain down from heights we were never meant to reach

Burning our sons trying to sense the cruel quintessence of truth

The second sin has come and gone
Blessed us with pain
The second sin has come and gone
Gone