Maybe red's like roses?
Maybe it's the pool of blood,
The innocents will lay in, when in the end, you've failed to save them?

Their dying eyes,
Are wide and white like snow,
And now they know the cost of [bad word] you's obliteration.

Mirrors will shatter,
 [bad word] by the weight of the world.
The pillars collapse in shame.

There'll be no rest,
There'll be no love,
There'll be no hero in the end, who will rise above.
And when it ends,
The good will crawl,
The shining light will sink in darkness,
Victory for hate incarnate,
Misery and pain for all.
When it falls...