This world is bleeding flies!

Who heard the nightwind's whispers
Maladies [bad word] that it once sang
Who saw the storms approaching
And the shadows hiding in the Sun

(rivers of life - now streaming red
swarming flies - reeking of death)

The breeze bears a familiar aroma
The [bad word] thick before my weary eyes
And in this maelstrom of denial
The dying screams of men have [bad word] our lullabies

(lidless eyes - dreamless sleep
open wounds - far too deep)

This is our world, this is our [bad word] This is the soil upon we fell
Behold the [bad word] as it unfolds...
Way passed the point of its demise
This world is only bleeding flies
No one [bad word] to claim your soul...

Who heard the nightwind's whispers
The bleak requiems that it once sang
Who saw our shadows submerging
Before this age of dark had even begun

...did no one?

"No one heard the serpent singing
No one felt its teeth sank deeper
No one saw our reflections transforming
into the pale traits of the reaper"

No solace for our lamentations
No warmth from lacerated suns
Music for abominations
Only resounds in our world undone

grave new world, a grave new life
With ravaged dreams of paradise
No more sights left to behold...
Surpassed the point of its demise
This world is only bleeding flies
No one [bad word] to claim your soul...