Dream in Filth

Beyond the ashened seas

And past the wretched soil

For us angels bound by sin

Lies a place to heaven akin

Where only flowers bare red

Upon their skin to seem fair

And the skies don't ever cry

If only tainted in heavens dye

Where no war is ever waged

If only hunger upon oneself

And even then food never lacks

Upon its pure lush fields

Yet even before such a sight

I can't bare to follow the light

For even if a sinner steps on that land

Only in filth can he ever agree to stand