Being is a battle
Black cloud of words
Tears of fire raining down
On mother earth
Anger opens the mouth
And shuts the mind
Cries of the damned
The twilight of humankind
No sign of angels
The boatman's callin'
Listen...
Mayday baby, we're all going down
Down to where the bloodless dwell
Try some praying
It might save your soul
If your god resides in hell
Bullets rip through bodies
Leaving gaping holes
The gods of war are reaping
What the mortals sow
If you see the sun of mourning
In the bloodred sky
Slit the throat of conscience
Let the well run dry
No sign of angels
The boatman's beckoning
Follow...
Unleash the demons
That you keep within
Let 'em burn, let 'em kill
Let 'em lacerate
God only helps those
Who help themselves
Armies of dead bring the apocalypse
Let 'em burn, let 'em rape
And decapitate
Ride the pale horse
And spread the plague
If you see the sun of mourning
The morning star
The son of the morning star is here
He's already there