Forever will not be

The reign of the dead is near
with shattered troubles have no fear
the wicked symbol you hold your own
the death of angels our world is blown
when flowers cry to see the day
you ask the gods should i stay

the red spyder’s flame burns on
scatter the pieces upon the throne
what comes to be what you can’t see
what has the spyder done to me
and you ask why
when will i die

the broken hearts sing your song
the creatures tremble, soon will be gone
when you are free
live eternally
God shakes your hand for you have seen
the emptiness that once filled me
and when i die
don’t you cry
for me