Forgoten Prayers

When praying does no good and the walls come shatter,
  The ones to believe are the ones to shed the first crimson tear.
Abandoned by their god for sin´s they never commited,
  To the eternal torment of self-loathing it cast them in

Fram afar we hear their endless cries echoing within the darkness,
  For an eternity they will plead for an release from their prison, but no one hears anymore.
Alone they  are doomed to travel within the shadows of men who no longer remember,
  Forgoten with the bloody past, clinging to mere shreds of life as their crimson tears fall,
Falling for an eternity those diamonds of lore will paint the sky rosy red as an reminder...

The things that were forgoten, should not of been,
  The things now recalled and embraced should of vanished instead.
Lores of those who lost their hearts to the darkness,travel no more,
  Myth´s of heroic deeds done by an forgoten kind no longer remind the children,
Songs of the missfortune of the forgoten ones no longer inspiresbard´s to re-tell the past.

The last of the people of light have perished from amongst us, broken by ignorance of men,
  Shattered by our lust for power and never satisfied hunger for the destruction of others,
To our nightmare we have become...realising as the last ray of light dies beond the bloody horizon......