Funeral of the scummy grey world

Our tears drown us of in the oceans of life

Why are the ones who play god decide others' death

Then ask for mercy on domms day


Every day a new war suffering is fate

Why do humans always pay the price

Why do they run towards dooms day

Now this world is a catasthrophe sphere


The art of decline no one is praying for us anymore

The errosion of tired souls cannot be stopped

Science became the art of genocide

I can only be happy for the dead ones


Blood and fire reigning us

Now the love is the only money and dead's world


The end of the light depends on seconds

Life is slowly ending


Healthless and mad here is

The nation of the violence

There is no cause only capture and destroy

The sphere of the catasthrophe is filthy black

And dishonored

There is no reason to live and care for