Now she is gone, was this your fault?
Tragedy strikes when you think your life can not be cut by the blade
You are a mortal man Nothing will be healing in this time of devastation
Question this part of life that will be there till the end of time,
Blaming all that is in your way The way that brought you to this hell before
One by one, we pass away By law we are no more
The Substance that you hold on to,
Is nothing but a wall for you to hide behind
So you can't see us fall
We are all searching for the one to blame
So scared of the unknown that we face Blaming the angels for your fear of the end
Death yields not to be the sweetest of things
Question this part of life that will be there till the end of time,
Blaming all that is in your way
Question this part of life that will be there till the end of time,
Blaming all that is in your way
They will die in warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare