Bloodstains, not rose petals, lie on the path
To the gluttonous bed of the whore
For she, who is Satan, the waiting bloodbath
Is preparing her nation's for war
For war!
Anthropogenic, dark angels wring
The fabric of life free of tears
Choking black fronds from the censers they bring
Encircle as Apocalypse nears
Midnight is the phase
Seismic second waves
End of final days near
Sorrowed Holocene
Blackened back to clean
Like man has never been here
Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers
That murders all hope for the flame
To the gluttonous bed of the whore
For she, who is Satan, the waiting bloodbath
Is preparing her nation's for war
For war!
Anthropogenic, dark angels wring
The fabric of life free of tears
Choking black fronds from the censers they bring
Encircle as Apocalypse nears
Midnight is the phase
Seismic second waves
End of final days near
Sorrowed Holocene
Blackened back to clean
Like man has never been here
Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt
The fate of that terrible game
It is not this stirred circus
Strength that deserts us
Fires that hurt us
But the dying of the embers
That murders all hope for the flame
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