Internal Void Standing On The Sun
A planet filled with unbroken walls
A journey through its gothic halls
Of the dark below they must beware
Leaving sinners in pleading prayer
The masses fall. No faith believed
No one to mourn those they've deceived
The wicked watch. The shroud appear
Their own screams is all they hear
No light now. Only dark
And God won't be your guide
With blood, their graves are marked
The winds of death they ride
Rider and horse come down
This is their final day
They're spreading death all around
And watch your world decay
Lake of fire soon will show
The seven angels trumpets blow
And to their final trial he leads
Hoping that their name he reads
To the melting earth now they will cling
The funerary bells will ring
The evil one he does not call
Watch the once great city fall
