War, apocalyptic slaughter is what we’re heading for
Our moribund existence into chaos we unfold
On the eve of brutal rampage we hold our breath
Words unspoken, fatal token of our assent to death
Whilst on fields of man’s extinction our future’s spent
With cruel sarcasm Mars and Venus conceive Lent
To be born to spread frustration, seed of lies
Willingly with bloodstained hands we rock the cradle of demise
Seasons coming for the last time
Cellars plundered before dawn
Say your prayer, join the frontline
Sell your soul and serve as pawn
Called by everburning lusts, yield to which at times we must
With eyes set firmly upon the end all better judgement we transcend
Hoping for the best we draw our swords
Judge and hangman be in Justice’s rightful blindfold clothed