A Miscelânea

So long ago...

Again I see the shinnig of the blood dawn.
A inhuman war in this godforsaken world.
I can't see it's end...
For so long we have lived this way.

It has hurted the human's kind gut.
I hear screams at night...
This pain that go deep in my soul,
Will it destroy my innerself?

Where are those wise men?
Those that we saw long ago?

The fire consume our skulls.
The bloody desire that hunt the young.
It's seeking us.
It's teaching itself.

It grows inside. 
Hidden from everyone.
Until the final day.
The Day of Destruction.

Where are those times?
Those that we still remember?

This are macabre times.
Times of worshiping the vain.
It was so long ago
That we saw the Light.

But it is still there.
In the same place.
In ourselves.
Deep in our hearts.

Where is it's courage?
Does it have?

The everlasting night
Will finally come to a end.