Legacy of Death Before Its Time

Legends of the end of time

Take us to places of the unknown

The worlds collide and flames afire

Higher and higher, where you are blind by the light

The life we once knew has come to a ruin

Orange, blue, yellow, and red are the artists colors of hell

The good, the bad, and the lost souls of innocense have fell

Where we began, we shall know this land

Where we climbed the mountains, now we fall from the cliff

We have dug our own graves and we must fill our handkerchiefs as we cry

We gave birth to this earth, yet knowing we must some day let go

Of the future, before we are no longer the weak but we become strong

Where angels fly, now the sky fills with dark dragons with forked tongues

Unjust is the world, for what we hold dear, what we believe in, and who we are

It will fade away in the ashes of the hurtful feelings, let death before its time

Know the legacy, we made history, though we were obsessed with sins none the less

Where we come to death, at the end, the turn of a new century, a possible new begin

Let us rise from our dead corpse and skulls with no flesh left, a legacy will be written

Documented and read before my own death, I shall write this last line before its time