History Proclaims Your Name

It would surely seem to be but a fruitless endeavor.... At least for that myself; in trying to address these endless Woes within humankind's place ? Etched of crimson their stones Burning embers never quenched this thirst, for blood as tears thousands Sordid years watching your evil time and again, repeating it's cycles Subtle then thrust the blade while off they go ? In a trance love's children Meek, to somehow still believe their heritage of pain crowned by lies.. Turn coat terrorist these turbins as ties sweet sublime his devil's, design ? Spawned her pages whom knows yet such the burnt ashes apart, from divine.