Beneath the crimson sky

Beneath a scorched sun
Fires burn etched in the sky
Radiation scars the stars
Drawing blood from heaven

Beneath the tirade
The torture exists
Nothing is all thats left
Barren and lifeless

Torn asunder, racked with thunder
Those left revere the Godlessness
Absence of anything
As good bled into evil

Beneath the boiling crimson
Eyes watch the flaming clouds
Standing upon a shell
Past glories tired and worn

The very ground beneath our feet, a carcass

We become carrion picking at the dead

Savages in a savage land once called a garden

We still recall a time before

As it slips further away...

But the bloody wound still bleeds
Bubbling incessantly
The gory streak of a wounded world
Spasms on lifelessly
The death throes of Milena
The eerie void we call a home
Swallowed in the sacrifice
Eradicated and left alone