cold and dark around here

burning flames are wreaked havoc

beyond the ghostly horizon

the beast of our past is grunting

in mortal gas of greed and lies

black holes eat the sunlight

in lethal breath of wasted lives

the globe a giant graveyard

OUR DREAMS ARE GONE

only idiots believe in peace

in the eye of bloodstorms

just dream

like winter trees

standing tall in windy snowfall

dream of shiny spring-leaves

call it heroism

death will make all free

I can only hear the wind playing

with the hair of a lone willow