When the sheets unravel

The morning crow wake all in the town

Nothing from the previous day is remembered

Only the touch of a gentle angel can sooth the giants

Once an angel was corrupted

Nothing in their power can repel the genocide that is about to come

The giants deceived by the angel in blind rage go and destroy all before them

Nothing can the angel do to stop them

Only by the purging of their sins can they retain the trust of the giants

Till then chaos will be spread among the realms 

Causing all to be bathed in the damned's holy water

Nothing will be cleansed till done by the angel

Where believing nothing has been done leads to more and more destruction.

The gates of hell open to all those damned

Where the punishments are never enough

Blocked within the restrains of the devil

Only the corrupted are allowed to escape

The beginning is the end

Nothing with be the same

Nothing will ever change

Nothing can fix the sins

Nothing will be fixed