Royal Hunt

Would you believe if I said that all what you know is gone?
Nightmare, which you never thought could come out of your
dream...
Its done, I tell you
Purposeless rage came down from the skies
Counting the end of your world - open your eyes.
Fire is eating your house, erasing the word "tomorrow"
Times standing still and your mind is about to explode of
pain and sorrow
Help less and weak you look at the skies.
Horror of capital crimes in front of your eyes.
Wishes and hopes in the mud, under their boots, are fading
away
Leaving you out in the cold - lost and alone, unwilling