Fifth angel blows the trombone,
Glowing star stigmatizes the earth,
Turns it into an extreme pile,
A realm of chaos, devastation and pain.

Fire devours human's inner gates,
Thresholds in our subconsciousness,
Inventions just to keep away
Bad, ugly and suicidal intentions.

Amusement of the Gods,
As we drown in our blood.

There's no need for godly intervene,
To cause apocalypse for every human being.
When innersoles do out of body pool,
They just watch for the hill.

Bloodbath all over the world,
For cruelty our souls we sold.
Suffocation in blood that's what we need.
The work from Gods will be to from the seed.

Apocalypse now done
And we die alone.
Alone!