The grace of the rain, sprinkles down on the dying angels

They sceam, they fall from the sky

Hands covered with blood

Sense that heaven is truly hell

Weeping unmersofully to the sound of the crying deaths

Making their way to the temple of doom

Buried without any sound

To the immorce beings both femine and masculine

Teaching the teachings of death and despair

Mourning to the sight of burning schrines of their gods and goddesses

Gothic paradises surround the heavens with anthropologic beings

Death parades entercounter supernatual corpses

The extent of being alive

The same as dying

Pleading to the mistake of beliving

Tourchering sounds in the clouds

Red rains fall

Children play in the forbidden misst

Trees covered with falling leaves

Churches flee from the forbidden armegedon

Moons create lifeless shadows

Suns disarm movment of tollerable beings

Can't see