Resource cunsumed, A dark black mark, A burning deep within
A core that rotts, The virus spreads, A murder without sin
An earth left bare singe and torched, The battleground of war
Consequences, Of decisions, Made so long before
Feed the fire
Dowse the flames
Scorch the sky
Pray for rain
Designed with flaw there is no cause to stop our leaching ways
Those who try will always fail in spite of their beliefs
Lack of reasons, Changing seasons, As we live and die amongst this parasite utopia
What is left, An untamed earth, A place where hope is lost
A swift revenge, Our careless way, Will bring upon the frost
No escape, Our tortured fate, To pay for what we've done
Life turned death, Nothing left, Below the crimson sun
Morbid souls we wash away
Soon we all will see the day
Our darkest day is near
When we meet our fear.