Manufacturer's Pride - On the Eve of Tempest Тексты

On the eve of tempest, foul winds blow in rising anger
Lowly form of human life all wiped away in the gust of storm
Pillars of ancient power, monuments of magnitude
Come undo in just one night
Desolation greets the lightless dawn

The burning earth stains skies crimson
Flooding waters churn with decay
Like footprints in sand, our legacy is lost in obliteration
In a passing moment all is erased

Over flowing mass graves
For your God's disgrace
The lord of all inane
No divine intervention
Illusionist's invention
By thousands you are left to rot

Skies rush down to engulf the meek
Earth crushes and renders towers obsolete

The halls of your holy all laid to waste
Oceans rise to drown your empires under the wrathful waves