Red Descending Burned To Death
Alone in her room she is hiding from the pain overcome
with grief and peril
A cold wind blows through the gaps in the floor but her
icy hands feel nothing
Crying in the comer and screaming for escape but no one
comes near
Now she receives a life of poverty an outcast she's
become
And so on the day when the Devil danced on her grave
She now wished that instead they had just taken her
head
Her lips dry and cracked there is no looking back to
see her family rotting
House burning down with panic all around its time to
feel the hatred
Distant cries from burning goodbyes shout "No! No! No!"
The smell in the air breathes nothing but despair how
can life continue now?
And now to see all that spells the word agony
Must be hell or a dream to bring this much misery
Daylight strikes will dominate until her last breath's
echo
The night will come, shadows will run until first light
tomorrow
And some will help but some will watch then turn away
in terror
Ready or not the pain will come and turn the skies to
sorrow
We fear, we fear
You hear us?
Hear us calling?
Why not?
Why aren't you coming?
Fear us? Fear our calling?
Reach out! To help our suffering
Last chance to save us!
See us fall don't help our calling
Burned to death
You couldn't wait to see it
Slaughter instead
Your flag descending
