forgotten hours fall away from time

minute by minute his hope disappears in red wine



he falls from heaven, anger burns his grace

oh help him, mercy, he can't find a way out of this maze



wrath is growing in a garden of despair

in a land of hopelessness no one cares



it's raining flashes when his anger cries

he's fighting until he dies

blaming his god, for a cure it's too late,

despair was the father of hate

pain and tears are the home of the hateful

prisoned in the pain of the fallen



i loose illusion about humanity

we're gods and demons of our trivial insanity



the curse of dullness makes him ill

in times of sins and sorrow

hate is a reason to kill



he walks his way, too blind to see

punishes all the sinners and falls dead on his knees



it's growing wrath in his mind

later you'll say there were signs

his angry voice cries in fear

he walks his last way with a smile

he speaks his last words like a prayer