Dawn of the inevitable is the beginning of the end Bottomless trepidation spreads like epidemic Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible Give the last prayer reaches no one
Here comes perdition
A loss of faith makes a pile of abandoned crosses It will be a monument to pitiful futileness Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible Give the last prayer reaches no one
Today is the day All icons shed tears of blood This is the beginning of the end
Today is the day All icons shed tears of blood Here comes perdition
