Our world is but a shadow.
A forgotten plan now covered in dust.
Pride and respect long dead to our kind.
We have all destroyed what makes us human.
And we stand here to do nothing but wait for death.

Possessed by greed and lust for power.
We have lost all thoughts and wished for peace and control.
Fire is raining down from the sky.
But this is not Gods work
We are the Death Dealers.

The blood is on the walls and earth.
It has replaced our very needs and eyes
Making us blind with rage
So we take it out on the innocence
Until we have killed everyone, we cared about.

Death is but a friction of life
And we have dealt many wounds.
We will stop and see the damage and finally realize what we have done
But when it is time to stand and see our flaws
It will be too late.