Disciples of the end times

That we so dearly asked

It’s now we reap the harvest

War

Lend your weapon to the mass

Appropriate

And bask in your glory days

I watch the sky turn red

Constellations splinter

A new celestial mark

I see the fields of green

Now disintegrating

The winds of winter come to claim the sun

Far off

Into the horizon

Drifting

Drifting away from us all

I feel I’m standing on the edge of the earth

Waiting for it to hit us again

For it to hit us again

Heed the warning signs

Brush it off

Like it’s all for nothing

Remnants of what was

Underlying repudiation

See our future

As you wait for the sеcond coming

Born disillusioned

Perception opеned in the eye of death

The sky turns red

I see the fields of green

Now disintegrating

The winds of winter come to claim the sun

Far off

Into the horizon

Drifting

Drifting away from us all

I feel I’m standing on the edge of the earth

Waiting for it to hit us again