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