Hour Of Penance

Streaming from seas of no-life,
we're shutted upon tuned-black sky.
This dawn won't bring us light.
Nothing we see will come to heal us.
Our world is filled with stains
we can't wash away.
Nothing that they inject into us
will ever react.
Is there anything pure left for me?
As cavies without cages.
Who stole our light?
Who smells our fear's stench?
He keeps on tearing us from the Abyss.
He keeps us in life
to see nothing in the mirror.
Sweet path of silent execution.
Just set us free for we'll adore you.