The Guardians

Inadequate and completely alone,

Useless and thrown around

Like a rag doll soaked in blood...

Wings broken, bones broken

And cuts too deep to be healed.

Blood pooling, boiling, burning

And Hell's heat never seemed so real

For in the darkest moments,

It's all there is left.

No sunrise and no sunset,

Brimstone and fire...

No pleasant dreams, no escape

They're skinless monsters.

The sounds of breaking wings,

The sound of crushing skulls,

The smell of pooling blood

Intoxicates.

Children crying from the distance,

They bleed and they beg for death..

No mercy though, and no regret

In burning everything in sight.

No God around, f**k the idea...

Forget salvation and forget your second chance,

Death is too close to be ignored...

The death will be in fire.

Anger intoxicates like drugs,

Ecstasy has no comparison...

The night envelops and it strangles tightly,

And you wish this existence would be over.

Incompetent and inadequate help

Will come to fight to save your sorry a*s...

And when it's over, whom will you have to thank,

The "useless" guardians.