war's gears grind in your prayers for peace
you, all too eager to paint fields with bloodshed
we're all dead to you
kneel to your idols, waste-deep in blood
the stench rises high to heaven
hate and all his armies gather in your eyes
licking your lips, craving apocalypse
I see murder foaming behind your sharpened teeth
you called down death on all sides
but then you trembled at the writing on the wall
the cryptic writing on the wall
spelling out your fate
you have been weighed
on the scales and found wanting
death now turns to you,
lays claim to your life
you've been thrown to fire
bleeding the sky red the whole way down
this is the undying sting of damnation
it will never end
war's gears grind in your prayers
we're all dead to you
