Testo di Scattered To The Winds Of Beauty

Scattered To The Winds Of Beauty The Death of the Human Race Since my birth, it's what I preach Who asked to be born ? Who asked to live this Death ? Pain, Suffering, Depression The sky turns red, black Rain, Flood, Cry Millions of people die Catastrophic Storm ? Sentence of gruesome Death Now, there's no more humans On this devasted land of filth Only microbs, germs A vengeance from Hell A Beauty for the Universe The way it should always be Scattered to the Winds of Beauty