• Bleeding trees, arsenic rivers, darkness falling
    no soul no light no path nothing nothing
    crimson clouds raining blood burns the skin as it fall

    Wind is hot, rivers boil, trees fall dieing
    tears of acid fall upon your face
    and only death comes slow and creeping

    the thunder of fire strikes and your soul is burned
    the darkness settles and the poison flows
    through you as the shadows come upon you

    your soul is corrupted you are blinded
    the chaos is spreading there is only one who stands still
    death watching waiting for the last day to end

    As you run trying to find santuary trees fall
    people die, rivers dry, light dims
    no one can stand still except the one who waits for the end of days

    He watches and waits the poison burns your soul
    you can no longer stand your life is at an end