Beneath the formations in stone Fragments of evil corrode Tragic creation in rust Fire in rain it explodes Inside our dead blind mind Our mutiny unfolds Above the blood red line It grows We face the storm we face our d**h As dark we form apocalyptic Bringers of pain dark arise Riders of doom now united Crushing and raping our thoughts We die in our darkness so blind Inside the dead born kind Apocalyptic we find Beneath the darkest sky We die