Apocalypse

From the most innocent little flower
now grown into a world of corruption and power
a tree which leaves has fallen to the ground
and from there they will never be found

To whom has our precious world lost her soul?
to the creatures who tries to survive as their only goal?
or the lonesome wolf that wanders in the night?
I know... and this heart won't give up without a fight

the fight to prevail the earth from going under
I will bring justice like the seventh wonder
Life or Death, this I will decide
from they I will no longer hide

On my way I will no one spare
they do no longer my emotions care
I will break their bones and drink their blood
And from their sins there will be a flood

time will pass, and her soul will return
It will no longer in corruption burn
and from their sins a flower has grown
a flower which soul mankind no longer will own