A chill and early morning on a dead and dusty road
A hundred million solemn souls
And no one hears the thunder shaking
In the distant wind
The time at hand has come again
But no one seems to notice when
The dark deadly sky is breaking
A crack of lightning thrashes
Across the sky it flashes
Soon we're swallowed fast
The whole wide world is taken

The pellets of rain are pouring down
Flooding along the muddy ground
Some will swim and some will drown
Leave them to the river's mad rage
At the birth of early noon,
We're standing hand in hand, eyes glued
At the deep defiant drowning pool
Of men, women, children of all age
In a final futile fight
For a dying gasp for life
To the eyes a brutal sight
That no human mind should undertake

As the cluttery clouds clear apart
And the sun sets on the sizzling yard
The few remaining are staring hard
Where the tangled twisted bodies lay
In a torn and morbid grave
Too late to pray to the lord to save
Give all you give, and all you gave
Means nothing in these final trying days
And then the rest will fall
Driven to a gentle crawl
Soon to be consumed in all
And diminished to an animal's ways

Well the heat is heavy and hotter now
As a call for war begins to sound
And everything that's not pinned down
The hoarding hands begin to defend
With a wild and dashing eye
And a pounding paranoia mind
To grab the goods that lie nearby
With swift feet moving to their ends
Snatching all they can
A free for all, a final stand
A pity for those with empty hands
Those not worthy of a hand to lend

Now everyone's running for shelter but there's no shelter to be had
When every hiding place you're looking at
Has been stripped clean long, long ago
The wells of water are running dry
Nothing to fill the thirst inside
Everyone's biding their own time
Starting to dig their own holes
To crawl in and hide away
Waiting on that brighter day
But it ain't gonna come our way
May God have mercy on our souls

Now hunted are the ones that run
And trampled are the standing ones
In the final war that no one won
Weapons drawn standing about face
In a grizzly battlefield
A war torn world, a history sealed
Imminent fate of man revealed
As blind soldiers marching through the haze
With no religion now
No feet to stand too proud
Heavy are the growing clouds
A shadow over the end of an age