Watch children fall like Jericho,
walls torn down by trumpet artillery.
Watch blood stain the skies in lunatic whirls,
of airstrike thunder, missile lightning.
There is a sickness in the world, today,
an apathy that taints the air.
The morbid stench of death,
the only comfort, fleeting,
in this necrotic land.

Watch the buildings tumble,
red seas of blood and dust,
rising up to meet us.
Watch numbers rise,
each one a symbol of failure.
We have failed them
Each one a warning.
We walk a bloodied path

Watch idiot cries of madmans vengeance,
see hatred circle death in turn.
A cycle brews, the cosmic balance,
despair to seal disaster now in death,
damnation to rise in war-like thunder.
His shall be the fire from the sky,
his shall be the coming of the dark.
A sacrifice of fire on the altar.

Though we are sons of Seth,
we know well the ways of Cain.
Though we have heard the tale,
we slaughter our sons on the altar,
of black religion, false Abraham.
You, Lord God of Lies,
who sits at your right hand?
A Crown Prince of Pain?
A cowled and cackling reaper?

Christ knows what comes,
beginning, end and climax?
We count our blessings,
fall to knees so lapsed in prayer,
that they bleed to know the effort.
Brothers, Sisters, distant cousins,
relatives of all color and creed, listen...
For I have seen the madness in the world,
That black suspicion
Tasted its conceit,
Such dark derision