Songtexte Forewarning - Vylet Pony

Born of a demon, the patron of sorrow
Everything in blindness, the hell of tomorrow
Branded by hatred, fallen to angels
How shall she fair void of freedom ′till dawn?

The demon finds solace in a finite condition
Bred from ideal that so bound by contrition
Weave a creation of a fallen mystic
How can a world purge curses unseen?

Peace her endeavors will bring
Blighted the world, still a solemn forewarning
Transgression punished by it's consequence
What is the cost of deliverance?

The end of innocence
Sought by the creed of innocents
Entranced by totality, the stars all around
What will become of the world they knew?