Thumbs down for all
Noone will survive
War as no other
Grand finale – omnicide

Barren earth in cold death’s hands
Soaked in blood that’s been spilt
Stabbed with sword, through its heart
Still sticks out the rusty hilt

Languid earth falls in coma
(As if) knocked down by the devil’s fist
Craving tomb still remains open
Shrouded by the poisonous mist

And thus, bring the curtain down
Ashen skies above the ashen hills
The grim one now holds the crown
Silent murmuring of the winds

And thus, bring the curtain down
Everything turned into ashes and dust
But few columns remained
Rising as the world’s angel lust