Unto us bleeds love from ordered chaos  Spectators zealously look as their hopes die  Upon a floor of despisement  Will flowers ever grow in these open wounds?    Or does the sorrow that binds us  Tie its knot too tight?  Grace now a relic that youth  Stare at through museum glass    Still they are ignorant of  Silent evisceration  Feral display prevails  Among this generation    Awakened torrents of rain  Swept mankind from the earth  Terror and fire will consume  Wretched jetsam of creation    Where did the heroes go, and who now stands?  Do all flee the rock in search of shifting sands?  Sands of time cease not for human whim  When our time is time we behold Him    Still they are ignorant of  Silent evisceration  Feral display prevails  Among this generation    Awakened torrents of rain  Swept mankind from the earth  Terror and fire will consume  Wretched jetsam of creation