Sky of blue, seas of red,
The wheat is growing on the dead,
What once was brown, now is green,
What now is green will soon be gone.

Sky of darkness, seas of sorrow,
The pain of humanity grows thick.
What once was pure, is now defiled,
What that is defiled will soon be in me.

Sky of misery, seas of agony,
The enceinte died, her fetus still lives,
What life will he have, beyond those misty figs?
The life of an orphan, deprived of human love.

And thus the vampire walks on this earth,
Spits on it's soil.
And thus the vampire was made of men,
Men with the humanity to see the truth,
Men with the morality to despise ourselves.

Sky of ill, seas of burden,
The beauty of time has faded,
The beauty of men lies still unchallenged.