We are the petty ones
we are the ravens
we had no way to hope
we had no chance before
now like a growing [bad word] from sewers
the world entire we flood
a force that can't be hold
When all [bad word] fall
down into pieces
we are the ones who hold
the force [bad word] the dome
There is no pity no
there is no heaven
there is no reason known
we have to stand before
There is no home there is no dome
there are no saviours left [bad word] we feel it all inside our bones
the reason to have faith no more
Through all the centuries we hoped
all has been tried but all is false
All faith is lost all faith is gone
Now children. Time to take this world