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Across black planet the jackals of war

Marching to die for our avaricious lords

Evil takes root in this epoch of fire

Selling our souls to another false messiah

We watched armageddon from spires of glass

Burning the fields, the final black mass

The hubris of kings the death of us all

Submit now to Eschaton’s call

Into the embers we fall

Flightless iron birds turning to rust

Danse Macabre upon nameless graves

Vultures drinking the wine of violence

The luster of Mammon blinding his slaves

No life among the ruins, cities of the dead

Steel mausoleums where empire once stood

Lucifer's hammer pounding the world

Benign indifference paves the road to hell

We dug our own graves with our face in the sand

In the shadow of Megiddo the end is at hand

Down on our knees as Eschaton calls

Hubris of fools the death of us all

Into the embers we fall