Lack - Soot, Smoke And Ash

The world is open, the world is free
You could have been anything you wanted to be
Seen every place you wanted to see

You need not crawl and break your knee
Don't break your knee

You could have stolen
The key from Peter's hands
And brought your tyrants down

It could have been beauty, not burders and coils
The gallows and the bloody soils
The unmarked graves, sharpened knives
The prison cells and broken lives

You speak in moans and sighs
And your towers collapse
As you reach the sky

You have become death
Destroyer of worlds
With no sanctuaries in your netherworld

Where your churches and havens
Are monuments to fear
Monoliths of the doom
In your heart and soul

So in the end, for there is an end
When you shudder a sigh
Bent and broken
Worn out and worn down,
You'll ask yourself
What have we gained?

Three worlds will answer you:
Soot, smoke, ash