The children's are crying out for rain
As their soul screeches in pain
No longer do they wish to hear god's voice
Because it is no longer their choice
Sleeping under this blood stain moon
Their hopes will all vanish soon
The reaper is about to appear
For it is their time to disappear
As they struggle for the last of their last breath
The seeping feeling of only death
The devil is laughing out from hell
So it seems its going all too well
The silent cries of the long lost souls
Before they die they have paid their toll
Longing wishes of to live again
Unfulfilled wish will soon descend
