broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves

shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out

marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls

beaten towers crumble haunted only by the wind



i will live forever no angels left to hold me

i will be the final man



picking up the given challenge of the fallen gargoyle angels

headed on collision course with martyrs tied as fenders

driving like a mad dog going faster than a bullet

pulled by gravitation from a million tonnes of stone



human insects lived here crawling through the underground

beehive built in stainless a cathedral for the slaves

spineless cowards guided by ideals they couldn't grasp

giving up their freedom in the hope of being chosen



in the twilight grows the shadows hollow hand that tries to catch me

omens can not stop me because all the prophets died

like the ancient temples their monument survived them

speeding through the ruins i left the bridges burning