Day of the Lord - The Sorrow

What we created

What we created is a world,

A world of hate

And what we’ve ruined,

And what we’ve ruined

Is human integrity

Tenfold the wrath of god

Will smash us to the ground

Cause we are deserving everything,

Everything but grace

We poisoned every seed in this soil

Created nothing out of love

We’re waiting for our darkest hour

The wrath of god

What we have lost,

What we have lost

Are our souls and purity

What we have found,

What we have found is misery,

Our misery

On trampled paths

We will walk

They’re not the righteous ones