Woorden: Slayer. Seasons In The Abyss. Skeletons of Society.

Minutes seem like days
Since the fire ruled the sky
The rich became the beggar
And the fool became the wise

Memories linger in my brain
Burning from the acid rain
A pain I never have won

Nothing here remains
No future and no past
No one could foresee
The end that came so fast

Hear the Prophet make his guess
That paradise lies in the west
So join his quest for the sun

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

The world slowly decays
Destruction fills my eyes
Harboring the image
Of a spiraling demise

Burning winds release their fury
Simulating judge and jury
Drifting flurries of pain

Deafening silence reigns
As twilight fills the sky
Eventual supremacy
As daylight waits to die

Darkness always calls my name
A pawn in this recurring game
Humanity going insane

Shades of death are all I see
Skeletons of society
Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Fragments of what used to be
Skeletons of society

Minutes seem like days
Corrosion fills the sky
Morbid dreams of anarchy
Brought judgment in disguise

Memories linger in my brain
Life with nothing more to gain
Perpetual madness remains

Shades of death are all I see
Skeletons of society
Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Fragments of what used to be
Skeletons of society