Twilight Guardians - Weak Generation

I`ve sent away my guardian angel
now I share my flesh with anyone I can
its the season of deception
queen of beauty give me your hand

I`m the weak generation, beckoned by pleasures of hell
raise me above the torment or hide inside the shell

I`m racing the light ´cos I am the darkness
fear for tomorrow wont reach our land
winds of the future among the blind men
knowledge wont ever reach our hand

fusions are made just to be frail
its the moment of truth Ill tell you more lies
my lonely heart grown to ignorance
still I sometimes cry at night

Id use some of that sweet love before the reckoning day
forgive me my sons and daughters,
I guess I couldn`t show you the way

I´m racing the light ´cos I am the darkness
fear for tomorrow wont reach our land
winds of the future among the blind men
knowledge wont ever reach our hand

I´m the weak generation, beckoned by pleasures of hell
raise me above the torment or hide inside the shell

I`m racing the light ´cos I am the darkness
fear for tomorrow wont reach our land
winds of the future among the blind men
knowledge wont ever reach our hand