Dies Irae

by Pernille   Oct 22, 2006


Innocence dragged across the sky
A think red line of blood
Colouring it in the horizon
The voices, young and old,
Screams from up above
Penetrates the hearts of those who reign with evil

Doom has com
The end is near
For some time chaos is in control
Sword in his hand
Crown on his head
Then all of a sudden

Silence...
Heads raise slowly from their shelters
Eyes of the surviving
Taking in destruction

Sun peeps through the clouds
Carefully...
The sky slowly turns blue once more
Crystal tears are shed
Voiceless prayers ring out
For those dead and those who survived
No word is said...

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