I would not dare to blame you

I wouldn't dare too much

I only ask for pity

So these faces feel your touch...



...upon their skin



My eyes see many faces

Many faces made of stone

I figure they are angels

All neglected by your throne



Deserted as lifeform

Between heaven, between hell

Unknown to one another

They know your eyes betray their spell



Down from heaven where you hide

You have demented all your pride

O' give these faces holy glance

back their monumental trance



Your anger and your rage still silent

as I provoke that weakness too

So byouti-full, out of control

Your temper now is overwhelming



Is this the place you're born for?

Is this the last frontier?

Is this the world we fight for?

Is this our sense of creed?



Winter souls regain their powers

to multiply the pain in you

Winter souls greed to bear silence

to take away all life from you!



And as I lay your head to sleep

silences echoes in your greed