His soul in rapture A day of birth Their empty praises One spark to fuel their words
Their souls are beckoned now Beyond the day of hurt Salvation cometh A burning church Choirs of disciples sing their songs to resurrect the dead Their lord is coming Back to life
The death of everything
A distant shape, foresees their every move As flames keep rising, there's nothing left for them to do They preach the gospel but the darkness has the upper hand The epicenter of their fate
The death of everything
A changing shape The silent calling This curse is spreading like virus as this path was chosen No inquisition or assessment to ensure their fate This path is going straight to hell All life dies out
A barren planet Ridden with regret No silver lining, there's only death The day of reckoning has passed No soul will rise again Images of a forgotten world, weren't made to last A shroud of smoke and dust will settle across these desert lands Devoid of any form of light
