When sweet becomes bitter,
When light darkens,
Salvation of Doom from the shallow arises.
Ashes of heaven will fall to the legs,
The legs of the sorrow where saints come and beg.
Beg for remorse,
Beg for survival,
Beg for prevention of shadow's arrival.

Intrigued by presence of human disgrace,
The legions of darkness are ready to pace.
Drooling while watching,
The fresh human flesh,
Awaiting disposal of all human-trash.

Enlightened by dark artificial glowing,
The shallow is rising by unholy devouring.
When the rite is complete and the sky becomes red,
The human existence becomes just a shred,
A shred of an ancient glorious duty,
Full of creation, wisdom and beauty.  
And now it is swallowed by all that's forsaken,
Gone like a chance that hasn't been taken.