Forgotten hours fall away from timenMinute by minute his hope disappears in red winennHe falls from heaven, anger burns his gracenOh help him, mercy, he can't find a way out of this mazennWrath is growing in a garden of despairnIn a land of hopelessness no one caresnnIt's raining flashes when his anger criesnHe's fighting until he diesnBlaming his god, for a cure it's too late,nDespair was the father of hatenPain and tears are the home of the hatefulnPrisoned in the pain of the fallennnI loose illusion about humanitynWe're gods and demons of our trivial insanitynnThe curse of dullness makes him illnIn times of sins and sorrownHate is a reason to killnnHe walks his way, too blind to seenPunishes all the sinners and falls dead on his kneesnnIt's growing wrath in his mindnLater you'll say there were signsnHis angry voice cries in fearnHe walks his last way with a smilenHe speaks his last words like a prayer