The rose dies in the winters cold
Forests are weakened by the summers light
Nights turn to black when the moon falls
Sun fills with mist as the days begin to fade

Children cries against the oceans
Lakes filled with tears
Clouds of crying gods are summoned with every drop

Thunder is the call of the anger
Lightning is the call of the heavens

When will peace exist
Why wont angels be free
When will it all end
Tomorrow is already dead

The death of this day will result in pain tomorrow
With every drop
With every cry
Shall we wither in this masquerade of destruction

The snow is the frozen cries
Ice covers your sorrow
I'm so sorry
The shelter that kept us safe has been destroyed

My will is leaving
This hate
This pain
Why can't this be right
Make this right