Return to Solitude

Only God is as cruel as God himself , Welcome to my new born Hell

Crippled and broken in my mind where I hide , Waiting for the tainted light to leave me be in the darkest shadow of night

I hear the cry of a Banshee , Objecting to the law above

I wanna run , I wanna help her , But even my bones are numb

I was raised by my demons , Learning how to fight

Facing the fallen angles who are trying to lie 'bout what's right

Now , I'm dying in a dark place alone , In the corner of my annihilated 

mind

On the left hand of God

The world is rotating on the left hand of god. While resting in his inner sanctum he tries to conquer it all , Ugly and dull , He's ready to fall. He's no puppeteer , He's like someone sitting in the audience making you feel guilty for being yourself. 

In the beginning of time , Living and surviving had the same meanings , after moving through the shadows of time , There was a brief moment which these two words were different , But again , Now , We try to survive by living through dodging bullet , By walking through the cry of mankind , By grabbing to the weakest branches on our way , and we call it , Victory. There's no victory , There's no hope , There's no survival , There's nothing.

So , you may ask , What can we do ? What path is mankind destined to ? But I gotta tell you , You're actually asking the wrong question. There's no path to walk , There's even no feet to carry us around anymore , There's no eye which could show us the way. We are Doomed