If only you had listened Or seen our bloodstained eyes, You'd have stopped the Earth from turning to black It all starts inside Beneath the nuclei Just like a wind upon a wildfire We've tried to warn you As you rejoiced the lukewarm glare of this springtime Now the blizzard strikes With its empty veins And the children are cherubs of stone The lucency shifts down the chroma of the surface A singularity where theory loses meaning And we march in dishonor With the bones of our innocence in our arms In this horror, in this crime In your guilty conscience If only you had listened Or seen our bloodstained eyes, You'd have stopped the Earth from turning to black Blight, Famine, War, Tenebrae, Mortem Discidium, Death If only you had listened Or seen our bloodstained eyes, You'd have stopped the Earth from turning to black Obsidian ice, cold in my hand In your guilty conscience