Uncolored

Dusty cradles
Unsung lullabies
In the emptied ruins 
Under cold grey skies

The demons inside us can't be expelled
Dark thoughts we can no more resist
Desire's taking over all our minds
You're used to keeping silence and getting silver benefit

The crowd of gutless fools 
Cursed all by themselves 
In silence there's
The eighth deadly sin

Trinity's blood rivers flowing 
On a scorched black dead earth 
Atonement of mortal sins
For those who don't deserve it

So what do we expect in the ending of this life
With no room for humanism and love
I'll tell you what: the saints turn up in hell
And the heaven's greeting heartless sinners, can you see it now?

Judges are here now 
You didn't know that 
Your souls are long gone 
Nothing to show out
The end of your path 
Will start now
You should think twice

Gaya, the mother, praying through tears for peace