There's a sign from the barren soil Dysfunctional ecology Cycles soon in turmoil Tomorrow's promises die By an ancient golden deity Udders, one by one dry
Another conscience join to the funeral feast Another sacrifice thrown to the beast Hearken to the tolling bell Of a worn out world's last yell
Who is the bringer of the coming storm? Who is the last victim that we shall now condemn? Who is the demon there in human form That's kneeling down in worship to the requiem For the locust swarm?
There's a rotten smell to the mound A bitter taste of mortality Fertility gone unsound The recipe to our grave Unnecessary necessities Human kind now enslaved
Who is the serpent of the paradise? Who is the snake tongue that now joins the requiem For the locust swarm?
