Marble statues are crying,
Bloody sorrows filling their eyes.
And magnificent angels are dying,
Falling from the dark skies.
Misery,sadness and pain,
Now they will rule this world.
And grief is all what we gain,
Living with our great God.
Only crows will stay alive,
And they will eat our corpses.
And all,who is died,
Will join to the hell forces.
And the Earth will be plagued,
And the hope will be lost.
But they won't found,
This cure named 'ghost'.