His soul in rapture
A day of birth
Their empty praises
One spark to fuel their words

Their souls are beckoned now
Beyond the day of hurt
Salvation cometh
A burning church
Choirs of disciples sing their songs to resurrect the dead
Their lord is coming
Back to life

The death of everything

A distant shape, foresees their every move
As flames keep rising, there's nothing left for them to do
They preach the gospel but the darkness has the upper hand
The epicenter of their fate

The death of everything

A changing shape
The silent calling
This curse is spreading like virus as this path was chosen
No inquisition or assessment to ensure their fate
This path is going straight to hell
All life dies out

A barren planet
Ridden with regret
No silver lining, there's only death
The day of reckoning has passed
No soul will rise again
Images of a forgotten world, weren't made to last
A shroud of smoke and dust will settle across these desert lands
Devoid of any form of light

The death of everything