Death will roam the world, they say

All life will wither and decay
A flawed race will not survive
Even though to sky we strive
Hope fades away and dies
Up in heaven, there she lies
Away from mortal strife and pain
High above the cold and rain

All the doves I've sent above
With the blessing of undying love
Some returned and lit the world
But some have fell and turned to void
Fruit of heaven tastes sublime
Pity it can't stop the time
And when I tried to reach the tree
God took it far from me

Velo Anta Hamalachit Lamichtav Shebareveeit Nishlach
Vechosech Yarad Al Pney Tevel Kara Al Pney Cheled

All the doves I've sent again
Amid the thunders and the rain
Never returned to my tall spire
Alas! I thing grace expired
Light of sun became so faint
Why I've fallen for a saint
Fall from Grace hurts so bad
Turns you Gothic, turns you sad

Death will roam the world, it's true
There is nothing we can do
A flawed race will not survive
Even though to sky we strive
All the angels soared and left
Happiness was their theft
Abandoned by grace and God
Doomed forever, cursed my blood

31.12.2006