A blistered sun unveils the pestilence Fruitful earth now a walking cemetery Watch as the widowed feast on their dead Jagged teeth will catch thy neck In hopes to drain what life is left Despair out floods the unfortunate few Drowning in ruins, beliefs unglued Cough up the dust of the ways they once knew The hands of time are still, with no tomorrow in view Fists of the rash will beat away until they bleed Self inflicted suffering Salvation scarce. Peace unknown Unholy angels. Unholy throne Terrorizers laying waste For our sins we've been Judged Punished Erased