Macbeth

Black heaven

Behold us, my lord

we are dying

among the bleeding ruins

of our world,

our voice is suffocated by cry

and our souls

lie forsaken in their pain.

Mankind raises

their arms to you

and from their hands

their children's blood drips,

we are dragging ourselves

to our end why, my lord,

don't you come and save us?

An ebony mantle

has darkened the sun

and the eternal night

will rule over the light.

Please, don't let me suffer here

in this cold cruel black heaven.

I've seen the oceans die

and I've heard the wind cry,

I'll wander in the shadow of death,

untill its hands close my tearful eyes.