Rapture Songtext
von Betraying the Martyrs

If this day was your last
Would you blame the present or past?
Or would you refuse
To admit we′re all the accused?
And when that day comes
Tell me who, who will stand up?

Fading lights, the call of the hounds
Resounds in the distance as forests burn into the ground
No one makes a sound
The winds blow, the crows come to feed
To feed on the carcasses butchered by artillery
We've lowered this earth to its knees


Hide the truth, the future′s bleak
I refuse, do you believe?
Are we capable?
S-O-S, save our souls
Save our souls

Rising heat, volcanoes explode
Eroding the sea-line as rivers and lakes overflow
Thawing the snow
The winds blow, the crows come to feed
To feed on the carcasses butchered by artillery
We've lowered this earth to its knees

If this day was your last
Would you blame the present or the past?
(Crying for mercy)
If this day was your last
Would you blame the present or the past?
(This day could be your last)

Hide the truth, the future's bleak
I refuse, do you believe?
Are we capable?
S-O-S, save our souls