Voices From The Last Horizon

When darkness fell upon this land
It stole man's power with iron hand
Spreading wrath, and sin, and pride
Dooming mankind from deep inside

Behind the shadows, phantoms lied
Demons lurking, dead inside
Pulling strings of mortal fools
Dragging them down, breaking all rules

You see the ruins at sunset's glow
As far as human sight can go
The sacred places turned to dust
Temples fallen, corroded by rust

You hear the cries of fragile souls
Pleading for grace to make them whole
Torn by time and left to mourn
In solitude, shattered and worn

They're the voices from the last horizon
Drowned in grief and damnation’s song
They beg for help from skies above
But their own sins proved far too strong

Letters written in crimson stains
Few remained unchained by chains
Their flesh was feasted, bones laid bare
Their tears the sap of pure despair

Now fire burns through every vein
A poisoned flood of endless pain
Then God proclaims, The wrath is Mine!
And all who strayed shall pay in time

The sigh of death will sound so light
But human screams will haunt the night
Exiled beneath the watchful eye
Where judgment falls from Heaven’s sky

They're the voices from the last horizon
Drowned in grief and damnation’s song
They beg for help from skies above
But their own sins proved far too strong