When The Heavens Shed Tears

The final war to purge and purify

This sacred world - vilified

One culture interred with righteousness, weaved from deception

Down on bent knees we cry for salvation

Upon death we feast with blood-soaked deceit

Destruction creeps but demons don't speak

For the truth makes hearts bleed with sorrow

So angels watch the funeral march

And wait for a destined tomorrow

Preyed upon by the pestilence of avarice and ignorance

From the cradle to the grave we forfeit freedom to the ranks of slaves

Demons dance to a black symphony

As the war comes quick to a close

And angels on high look down in disgust

To a dead earth that circles below

When the heavens shed tears a sordid dusk rapes their sun-scorched machinery of disease

This brutal path we tread etched by tears of the damned

The art of salvation crafted by hands that would kill.....that would kill

A wasteland, a ruin is all that remains as this iron-age dissolves life to commodity, our souls committed to atrocity, no sort of prayer can

Save us now

But...

...still we will fight down from the heavens

Into the arms of my mother earth

To burn the cradle of civilization - returned to dust, still we will fight down from the heavens.