Obsolete Theory

Prophecy (V.18:6)

Obsolete Theory


Ancient screams from nowhere
In my hands just a remembrance
Six candles can now burn
And consume my disquietude

Worms, spiders and angels
Were fed from flesh of living ones
While they slept and they still don't know
They've awaken undead

So hard we suffered in a cage
Waiting for the day to come
And when we felt the caress
We smiled to our hangman

Could a demon cry for you?
May God hate his progeny?
So many rotting rats
Can dwell in the same corpse

I've seen the ghost ship coming from the sky
The old hand giving the black rose
His voices are calling us
In grey sands we stand

For the cheat has driven us to lose ourselves
Like wandering leaves in the wind
We arrived where life is no more
But this is not the end

My trail in the mud is showing the path
And the flowing blood is for the faithless ones
Betrayed's feathers it won't rain anymore
'Cause I fell, yes I fell, I won't fall once again

In your dreams I'm holding the flames
And the cries of pain escape far away
As my shadow grows eating your one
For you tried, yes you tried, you won't try once again