- Children -


One more garden; one more lie -
One more bite, and then we die.
Dust to man, to dust depart;
Withered blood within our hearts.

One brother lying on the ground;
Walk the death that you have found;
Marked by death and marked by strife,
You regret you took his life.

Now the days turn to the flood -
Millions drowned beneath their blood;
No more creed in this decree,
Only marred hypocrisy.

One bush burning in the sands;
Staff to snake within his hands -
One million people of the flame;
Forty years to take their names.

One man born to pay the price;
Fallen as a sacrifice;
Crucified by pagan lies -
Temple broken as he died.

One to rise and raise the call;
Same was born to save us all.
Claimed his faith and was denied,
Even as he touched the skies.

One word of life; one blame of death;
Revolution in your breast.
Inquisition blade pierces your heart
With your thoughts banned from the start.

Six million dead beyond the sun -
Die together; die as one.
Burned by chaos and by hate
As we struggle to relate.

Now in fire and in night,
Our troubled hate is burning bright -
The spawn of animosity
Inside the souls of you and me.

Prophets of the Dark Daystar -
One by one, our hearts are scarred.
Spirit of time slips through our hands;
We are the children of the damned.


- (c)Scimitar Wraith - GOTHiC -