It's half past midnight,
The city is not sleeping.
I hear, there's a siren hooting.
And another one will be in minute fifteen.
The city is sick, so the world is.
I pray for the people who are gasping
For one last time to breathe.
Doctors just watch them, silently standing.
Bodies are piling up for cremating;
Burial grounds are almost full.
But the political arena is on heat.
And you know the government is a fool.
I stay wide awake with no hopelessly,
My spine gets a chill;
Each time a dog howls in the alley.
I sense the presence of him.
I know that he is cold and silent.
I know that he shows no mercy.
Tonight he'll take away somebody
'cause he holds the God's mandate.
Azrael is walking among us.
Maybe with tears in his eyes,
Maybe he is also stunned to see,
This destruction of humanity.
Or maybe he is just carrying the task;
And it's time for us to pay back.
For what we did in Syria or Iraq;
Or for every cruelty to the women;
Or for razing the trees and fuming the air;
Or for bombing schools of innocent children.
Yet, Every time Azrael spreads his wings
And swings his sword;
I pray to God to forgive the sins
And the deeds we did wrong.
I hope for a better tomorrow;
Though I know our sins are too heavy.
Yet, I ask God to show us mercy;
But I can't promise him better humanity.
Moonstruck 