When the sun drops behind the mountains Never to rise again When comes the death of the starlit fountains Never to shine again Then the gardens show withered flowers Never to bloom again And the crops will enjoy their last harvest Never to grow again In our time where love is gone The harvest of souls, it has begun The dark clouds from above come down Satan came to claim his crown Hear the weeping of a thousand widows In this time of war Where powermongers expand their wealth Fall victim to the evil's... read more
