An abyss came down from the sky Swallowed everything that breathed free This black cloud born in the sea Brought darkness upon the living Memories turned into nightmare Unstable seems our next step The ancient seed of the Dead Inside the Womb of Mother Earth Blood pounded in the veins And thoughts in mind Reigned proud and brave Warm air was heavier than before Perfume of a thousand dead flowers Bullets of hate Crippled our Angel Wanders blind among us Blood runs out of his soul Bullets of hate Crippled our Angel Wanders blind among us Blood runs out of his soul He was a child, a man, a woman A face, someone He died but not at all She was a child, a man, a woman A face, someone She died but not at all Electricity they become For eternal and utter silence