We Are Marching Towards Babylon

We Are Marching Towards Babylon

Oh, when you hear death calling your name so near
when silence is not dead and you think about the times of happiness
a time that once was in days that are now and always will be forgotten
its all so silent, darker then night sky above us....
hes crying out for help and his eyes are full of pain and fear, bleeding 'till death!
my eyes stair on, as i watch his face get more pale
as he awaits his death
he sees the face of darkness and the infernal gates
going on a journey into the land of eternal darkness!