Petite Création

Underneath this dark sky, the rain hit our skin like needles.
Storms and lightning devastate the surface.
Your face, haunted by fears, make me realize,
That this world infest by death and pain, leave at is end.
Our faith in gods is useless until they forgives us.

From the Shallows of this earth, Gods unleashed they're fury.
The Curse raging on us, the wrath of gods hounds our head.
The thunder striking our ears, and seas hardly percuss the shore.

All rivers rising , taking everyting in its path
The plague decimate and burns every human body
The time stop and this world fall underneath this desaster.
Wath i called life, is now become unbearable.
This world will never be the same as the one i have known.

From the Shallows of this earth, Gods unleashed they're fury.
The Curse raging on us, the wrath of gods hounds our head.
The thunder striking our ears, and seas hardly percuss the shore.

This infected aire burn my throat and my lungs bleeding.
Every breath could be the last.
Drowning in my blood, the course of my life pass before my eyes.
Im the last one of this earth, and i shall perish without pray for god.
They did not have mercy for us, i would not for them!