Anathema
An anathema has fallen
On this poor humanity
The dark world is falling asleep
The moon has hidden the sun
And the sky is becoming cloudy
Like arms which are opening
Spreading darkness
All over our damned world
The dull sound of thunder
Is like the anger
Of the power of the night
Which is coming back to take life
The human beings scream in pain
And beseech their creator
In front of the funeral walking
Of the grip of darkness
Coldness caught
Our mutilated bodies
And our weakly-beating hearts
Cry their last song
The shells of our dead brothers
Float on the rivers
And are slowly flowing
Into the black-blooded seas
The rotten earth exhales its stench
Of death, of life which is dying
Of its smoking hecatomb
In the cold and freezing air
The bell is tolling far away
Nobody will hear it anymore
For a reported end
An annihilated dream
Wind is springing up
On these deserted and freezed plains
Where death has spreaded
Where life doesn‘t exist anymore
And a cloud of dust
Covers the earth
Chaos has set
Its seal on humanity
Bruised earth, cry your destiny
Everything stopped to exist
The sentence has been fulfilled.