A tear falls from the eyes of fate,
for this world of love, now lost to hate.
But as darkness descends from the highest peak,
it taints our treasures that we seek.
Peace shattered at the sight of shed blood,
showering the land, like a tainted flood;
in spite all life, O' tragic love,
look upon the Heavens above.
The greed of creed that taints the lands,
forgotten the One, the nail pierced hands.
Lost in the days, we strive from our path,
fearing what soon be God's tormented wrath.
There's neither vengeance nor fear,
but the love of God so dear.
Many seeks lies and forgotten the truth;
they be blind, the ones uncouth.
God has not forsaken them,
we forsaken Him.
The world grows dark, day after day,
further from God, the people stray.