10 acessos
Lord, have mercy on us
As we degrade ourselves
Don't turn thy face away
In contempt and disgust
We have but few days left
To befoul the soil
Prepare to be judged
For our life-long toil
We are all doomed, we are all doomed
If disease don't get us, a comet surely will
We see the nothingness
Behind the dead man's eyes
That is what await us
After our own demise
The setting of the sun
For the very last time
The Earth is cleansed
As the death-bell chimes
Not a trace is left
Not a stone is unturned
Of all evil bereft
The sinners have burned