Blacken

This is a cold prophecy

The mask of society

Will pay its price within its death

Will pay its price within its death

They'll kill the pain

Of the hate they were given

And sow the seeds that will

Give the sight of the mass

They'll feel the same

As the blood fills their vision

Amongst the reeds they will

Paint this world in black

Circles

The truth hidden in circles

We pray for a miracle

To save the past

Longing for the sun to last

Don't burn out

Falsifying light from stars

Don't burn out

The unedifying colors are

Covering mortals

Suffocate the shame of showing

Everyone exactly what you are

Exactly what you are

This is a cold prophecy

The mask of society

Will pay its price within its death

Blacken the gates

Blacken the gates