Razor March Of Death
Cold and silent prophecy Brought about by fears Foretold to all the masses Forgotten through the years The end to all predictions Yes time is growing near The march of death approaches The fate of man is clear They run to find a hiding place To hide themselves from sheer disgrace The Gods have come to claim their heads Triumphant when they're dead A million wars united Repayment for our lives Widespread grief and terror The nations face demise Amidst the passive sorrow They toll the final bell The sacred rise above us all The evil burn in hell The corpses of the wicked Surpass those of the good The cities lay in ruin Amongst the fire and blood Destructive forces rendered The pulse of mankind ends Upon the frozen bodies The march of death descends
