Kingdom of Flies

There's a fire in Babylon at the end of days
When all the rivers dry and the saints escape.
"But who can make war against our glorious beast?
Who dares attack us in a time of peace?"

All the prophets, fed to the flies

But all the ancient mountains have been seized
(Thrown from the heavens like meteors)
Crashing in to the deep seas
(Waves that will wash away many more)

There's a fire in Babylon, it's all the news
It's on every channel, on anyone you choose.
The Master of War, with his bow, stands true
And his armies are gathered for the final feud.

"Rise up and defeat the false God!"

But all the ancient mountains have been seized
(Thrown from the heavens like meteors)
Crashing in to the deep seas
(Waves that will wash away many more)
Soldiers of death will decay
(Feast for the Kingdom of Flies)

There's a fire in Babylon that's out of control.
The tides broke the bridges so there's nowhere to go.
The angels are coming and they don't look pleased.
From the palace to the peers, their on their knees.
The moon is red and the blood spills free
The last Holy War is a war indeed.
The righteous were beheaded but their souls ascend
While the dragons children have a darker end.

They gnash on their bones as the flame rise higher

All the ancient mountains have been seized
(Thrown from the heavens like meteors)
Crashing in to the deep seas
(Waves that will wash away many more)
Soldiers of death will decay
(Feast for the Kingdom of Flies)

There's a fire in Babylon, it's the end of days.
There's a fire in Babylon, it's the end of days.
There's a fire in Babylon.
There's a fire in Babylon.

Wheelchair Grief

When lights go out
Across the house we had,
Candles sigh
And hug the cold
Like you and I
We used to hold each hand
With all the love
That we could find.
Like you,
They'll die.

Epitaph

There is no love in deaths domain,
No hunger, guilt nor pain,
There is but silence, soft and cold,
And souls of young and old.

Languishing Deer

A swell of salty sickness
In  the belly of the beast
Whose life is lost and lorn away,
Whose war is waged each day.

Burn brighter than a star, my son,
Destroy the black whole death,
Be stronger than the sacred lands,
And conquer all, in health.