Havok Season Of The Locust
the eight plague roamed
born within eastern wind
from the dark prayers of Moses
they came to obliterate sin
as a swarm of locusts
covering the skies and
casting all into darkness
consumed was the land
annahilated was iniquity
release them!
release them all
release them!
release them all again!
sounds of the swarm, the arousing alarm
one tiny entity in thousands
a whole anatomy built to consume
the idea of the living
exhume the thoughts of him
in motion with us, within
release the wrath of our dead prophet
let him unleash again, a force
from which we will never regain
and as the heavens rain down
we stand by watching
the world in her final gown
seeing her last sun setting
so, as the silence arrive
and there is morning again
the last day of time dawns
and humans shall never more reign
