There's a fire at the horizon
Infernal and divine

Majestic as a sunset
Burning in an orange line

The world will burn hard
In a withering fire

And [bad word] to an end in a funeral pyre

The fiery father [bad word] out of the sky
He shall strike upon us who were born to fry
Out of despair into a mass genocide
Souls swept away by his nuclear tide

dark wind blows
Over this land of death

Pounding everything
Into a black smoking mess

The fury of flames
Inside our wounds

All that we pray for
Is death [bad word] soon

The fiery father [bad word] out of the sky
He shall strike upon us who were born to fry
Out of despair into a mass suicide
Souls swept away by his nuclear tide

Our gods are dethroned
By a mushroom cloud

Dead but dreaming
Alone in a crowd

Reduced to ashes
Naked and cold

In the not too distant future
I see death itself reload