Maybe it's red like roses
Maybe it's the pool of blood
The innocents will lay in when in the end you fail to save them
(They're taking us)
Our world is white like snow
And now they know the cost of trusting you is obliteration
Mirrors will shatter
Crushed by the weight of the world
(The pillars collapse in shame)
There'll be no rest
There'll be no love
There'll be no hero in the end who will rise above
And when it ends
The good will crawl
The shining light will sink in darkness
Victory for hate incarnate
And misery and pain for all when it falls
