Paroles de The Clouds That Grieve

The clouds that grieve In mourning for mankind Overcast skies hide their eyes As the rain showers the plains The sky's tears dance in the fields The willow weeps in the autumn breeze Monumental In Its Sorrow Captive of the treachery of our race We are a warlike species Barbaric and brutal And we ever shall be The honour of ancient warriors A relic of past dignity Death for honour is no more Blissful misanthropy The raping of the earth which harbours us Bite the hand that feeds There is no simplicity The wretch we call christianity A plague feeding off the weak masses We shall perish in the name Of an idolized insolent myth Rain clouds gather o'er the horizon Blocking out the sun Thunder signals the onset of mourning Lightning lights up our eyes