Two of the dead I saw in my head Witness of crimes historical times You drew the lines that taught us the signs Lines are erased future is faced The wind can't sweep away the prints Of us who didn't see the hints Are you aware the guilt we share A cross we bare Are you in peace as love will cease A deadly disease The doom is at hand the doom of man Haste to repent angels are sent Preparing it all the final call Waiting to free things unseen Static to wild wrath of a child The sky will fall and crush the earth The kings, the fools will curse this birth With bleeding hands to save ourselves A cross we draw sleep too long Too late to save our burning foe