Their wicked world

I smell ash in the air,

& hear the helpless cry.

In this world of darkness,

the fools run the lives.

Rivers of blood flow,

on floats the life boats.

In tears they finally drown,

yet they fool around.

Deprived of faith,

they are deprived of fate.

So their roof comes crashing down,

yet they can't see,

how they are fooling around.

The end is near,

yet they dream of heaven,

the truth escapes their sight.

Are they sinners or they fools,

still in wickedness their soal dies.