The day fire falls from the sky,

is the day the earth shall weep.

And the day the strength of men finally dies,

is the day away the heavens shall sweep.

When the lullaby of life fades into the breeze,

an echo of death shall consume the weak.

And when tears turn to blood,

and the screams become quiet.

Forgotten shall be the loved,

and silent shall turn the riots.

As I stand amidst the fading light,

oh, it tis such a gruesome sight.

But there is nowhere to go,

for where can one run?

When the heavens themselves,

are all and all gone?

And when the night is swallowed by a crimson moon,

devoured by the shadows, dreams consumed.

All souls shall ascend to the black,

and gone forever shall be the past.