Ballad to the Harvest

Hail dark shadow
Hail black death
Can you smell the grim reapers breath?
Armageddon by nuclear war
Just imagine all this no more

Fear feeding, eyes bleeding
Chaos storming in
Blood churning, guts burning
This battle he will win

Great great grandma, unborn child
We all perish, both tame and wild
Mad creations, man-made hell
It's the end and it's just as well

Earth quaking, bones breaking
Angel of death is here
Souls grieving, lives leaving
No time to save your dear

Fear feeding, eyes bleeding
Chaos storming in
Blood churning, guts burning
This battle he will win