Melancholy - Mirzadeh

Hear those whispers from above

Our bell has begin to toll

Creed has twisted in our sanity

We all shall bury ourself in the sand of lies

Seed of emptiness we are

So mortal souls we are

See now what we have become

Hope that we won’t live forever

Silence is here to stay

But that’s what we need in our impurity

We are welcome to end

This is the sing for humanity