Why call the night

On the wings of your condemned virgin words

Take uplift inside the mist

Tossing and turning the dark around you

Fingers touch the sky

Defiling any sanctity it holds

Reaping dark seeds of apocalyptic children

And sewing their mental capacity shut

To the light of opened thinking and bringing sky darkened days

Closed minds lead us to war

The war machine a dark and evil whore

Uphordes of human filth in the sand

Face down falling to be damned

Time outstretches a hand

New life born to land

Millions in the making

Youthful souls for the raping

Angelic falls from heavenly high dives

To the pools of hell to dry

Thirty thousand descend

As ten billion sin

Closed minds lead us to war

The war machine a scandalous whore

Hordes of human filth in demand

Of a god not allowing them to be damned

Millions in march 

Cursing Zion and its arcs

Sending its followers to the grave

Starved, never to be saved

Their unholy symbol bleeds red, black, and white

No one to forget what they think right

Blond hair, blue eyed

Their dominance in the East nigh

Feeble human life mowed down

Falling into sand without sound

Flying death

Nothing left

Closed minds are in war

The war machine a reproducing whore

Hordes of human filth under command

Of things that can’t be called “man”

Mother from the north

Storming borders here forth

Cold love for their own

Sending more to death than the Third Reich known

Falling towers 

Of this Reich’s power

Cyanide death

This leader and his lover suicide left

Closed minds feed the war

The war machine, man’s personal whore

Hordes of human filth fan’s

Of the mother’s decorated hero, a genocidal man

Cold the battles at hand

Of words spoken by the damned

The suited individuals pushing the syringe

Of fighting the mother on a spatial binge

Words are no longer spoken

As mother collapses by her own men

The remaining super power

Tries to make the world cower

Towers struck with metal birds

A government job with silent words

Buildings the jump-start for war

Oil the cause of this malicious spore

Closed minds fueling the war

The war machine darkened to the core

Hordes of human flesh span

The fields of the damned

This eastern battle never ending

To the after life too many transcending 

Self destructed suicide among them

For a fornication heaven, lined with sin

Closed minds planning the war

The war machine a sinful whore

Hordes of human filth among the land

Buying the words of the richly damned

Time to come and finish someday

Waiting for fields in all men to lay

Nature sick of the human plague

The human spirit, weak and vague

So we sit and we begin to wait

All the world’s religions begin to pray

The end of us is to come in another or one

Reaping our souls, under a darkened sun