El Mundo Frio

People Exposed to the fading light Do not walk our path Two tragedies are over And time has past Fading memories of people Rewritten peace Thing that wait in the end of journey is the endlessly dark Anything doesn't remain there There is not even light that shines on the land Tears that he shed in the silence are color of blood Hope is in the end of sky Despair named justice Depressed mind Never ending vanity Never ending destruction and chaos Hope becomes shining blade and stabs my skin Unforgivable absurdity Painting the future black that we thought we trusted The land will be closed forever Time we fear the collapse in silence Manipulated reality Paradise controlled by darkness Chasing the pleasure before our eyes Cling on to the decayed glory The traveler stops walking And looks up at the gray sky Layers of barren field To look for the time to retrieve Set out on a journey again Judgment day will come Balance of collapsed life See the people deforming We become aware End is near Can't control emotion Can't find own rule What people see We figure time is over To maintain silence Fear hope Get out of here immediately Without footprints Without scar People Exposed to the fading light Do not walk our path Two tragedies are over And time has past Fading memories of people Rewritten peace Thing that wait in the end of journey is the endlessly dark Anything doesn't remain there There is not even light that shines on the land Tears that he shed in the silence are color of blood Hope is in the end of sky Despair named justice Expression filled with insanity Ecstatic smile of the dictator The shadow of who writhe in the darkness of blood soaked history Ruse and pillage Fear and blind faith Hypocrisy and information manipulation The world at its hand Cruel reality Shine of soul was lost Tak a look at the expressions of the children before us Against the cruel reality Rise up again Gods bringing the hammers down Even the lights disappears To maintain silence Fear hope Get out of here immediately Without footprints Without scar Shadow has fallen Long way of journey Days of lost freedom I lay myself on the ground Wait for the peaceful moment...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025