In Glorificus Luctus (The Mourning After)

A wasteland of scarred tomorrows
A fucking plague of death
Though ashes will speak no further
The souls will cry for justice

I pray for (the end of this)
And forsake the fallen
Foul cries to (the blame on heaven)
Inaugural decimation

Apocalyptic ruin
Carnal fate unjust

Behold... Apocalypse!
Behold... The wrath of heaven upon Man!

You seek to kill
What you can't defend
You set to kill
Your own creation

You seek to kill
What you can't defend
You set to kill
Your own creation