Black Horizon by The Reason
This frozen age of bloom
Weak shivers appear unknown
With all the fears passed by
You'll never make us cry
These minds like faded dyes
Long-ago fining the skies
But now we're calling for gloom
Oh, hollow age of bloom!
Are we becoming new?
Find a way to silence the echoes
Twisting in our heads like ghosts
Inviolate the thoughts we tangled
As we shout: woe worth the day!
Don't hope, there is no future
We live in a circle of blight
Don't hope, there's no refusing
We've paid for our own false pride