| behold! a glistening grey, |
| conqueror of flesh, |
| she glows a glistening grey, |
| conqueror of flesh- |
| we bleed for your mercy, |
| we stand in the mouth of bondage, |
| chewed nto oblivion- |
| as vultures dance in circles above our heads, |
| the pungent reek of his breath, |
| anointed by the seed- |
| the skyline in flames, |
| suspended in mid-flight- |
| devastation never looked so beautiful, |
| remains of the brave collect- |
| a monument to the plague, |
| another hoax, birthing enthrallment, |
| think of this as a farewell, |
| domination and glory, |
| a welcome to an open grave- |
| taste the cancer of a dying world, |
| the last prophecy of Apollyon, |
| birth and death converge- |
| let’s set fire to this city, |
| save the ashes and throw them out to sea, |
| convulse the maelstrom, |
| funeral of Terra, taste the salt on our cheeks, |
| one day maybe we will be as free, |
| silhouettes of penniless whores, |
| grace our streets tonight |
| if we dare look past the skyscrapers, |
| blasphemous machinery, |
| outstretched like cobwebs, |
| convulsing the maelstrom- |
| millenia’s scream, |
| goes unheard, |
| it’s hope that keeps us alive, |
| it’s reality that makes us tremble, |
| millenia’s scream |