To walk these fields plagued with rust To see the world as it will become Void of life, turning alone Languished and withering Beseeched by soil for their decease Their monuments beside and buried Melding as stone and bone Disintegrate against an unveiled sun Claim to be My equal Yet where were you before the Genesis?
Oh, Adam, ye are but a fragile mirror that I AM compelled to destroy Therefore, wait for Me for the day of My indignation Where all shall gather beneath pouring magma And they will be devoured by the fire of My zeal Thus, renewing their anger towards Me
A curse consumes the earth My wrath is slow but it doth not fail Whosoever flees the terror is fallen Whosoever climbs the pit is ensnared Brought low and abased They beg for wine
They shall come from afar His instruments of derelict By the breath of God By the blast of His anger Many will cry "No, we are perished"
On that day the Lord will punish the powers in the heavens above And the kings on the earth below, they will be herded together Like prisoners bound they will be shut up and tortured for many days Dismaying the moon and shaming the sun No more, is the pain of My Mother Whose waning breath vomits molten iron Flooding the earth again, turning every color to a shade of brown Men, women and children piled as one Ye shall fade away
Walk these fields plagued with rust, See the world as it becomes void of life Turning aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
