I crossed down the 7th heaven,
To walk amongst the living-dead.
I clipped my wings to see the sky,
But all I see is flaming red.

This devil's lair is worse than hell,
The cries, the whispers and the screaming.
The poison rushes throuhg your veins,
But you just keep on dreaming.

He drinks the tears, the ashes,
He feeds upon the pain.
But your hope is small and fragile,
Will burn in bloody rain.

Soon he'll come to rule this world,
His subjects are awating.
He'll kill, he'll crush, he'll bring the darkness,
But you are still pretending.