Thunder rolls across angry skies
Reaching down to scorch the earth
To touch the damned
Before the gates of hell open
Crops burn in the fields
Corpses rot where they lay
Scattered among the smouldering carnage
Of what once was, is
They rode in on steeds never before seen
War ‘s dog ate with a ravenous appetite
Famine’s beast drank the pure water pissing out acid
Death rode a lawnmower
Conquest didn’t have a ride
After War, Famine and Death
There was nothing left
Just what we inherit
An apocalypse brews in the east
While the west sleeps
The thunder screams the names of forgotten souls
A warning from the grave…from the past
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