Ashes of Tomorrow

When the sirens start to sing. And the sky turns red. All the angels

broke their wings. Now the saints are dead. In the temples made of glass.

Where we prayed in vain. Every prophecy we wrote turns to dust

and flame. Hear the choir of the fallen. Feel the thunder rolling in.

Oh, in the ashes of tomorrow, we will dance upon the grave.

As the world begins to hollow. We embrace the doom we made. Oh,

salvation tastes like poison. When the sinners lead the way. In the ashes

of tomorrow. We are born again today. Seven shadows on the wall.