Victim Yield Ideal For Eternity
I can see in dark
My eyes show the way
My mind is unstable
My heart’s taken away
Oh the souls of hate
Marching through the night
Failures they have suffered
For worship is their pride
What if their dreams are real and they make some sense
Could they blindly kill each other, are they that insane
Utopia is far away from them and it’s out of reach
There ain’t such thing to unite them back as known as the
ideal for eternity
Pain made them grow up
Tears made them strong
Destiny guided their way
All there’s left’s to hear them prey:
Raise up, spirit of the darkness,
let your wings of death move
Tonight’s the night, the end of time
Your judgment will end the light!