Pale colors paint the picture of mankinds usurped hallucination You dreamt but alas you were dead. A faded bruised clone of the imitation that was copied centuries ago There is no wailing and no grief and there are not enough tears in the sky to mourn the fall of man, not enough strength to raise our heads and say farewell... Heaven is empty...deserted the palace now lies... Renewal is at hand...
Pale colors paint the picture of mankinds usurped hallucination You dreamt but alas you were dead. A faded bruised clone of the imitation that was copied centuries ago There is no wailing and no grief and there are not enough tears in the sky to mourn the fall of man, not enough strength to raise our heads and say farewell... Heaven is empty...deserted the palace now lies... Renewal is at hand...
