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See our final resting place

In denial, man disgraced

Upon a throne of dirt and bone

What’s left to rule? Sand and stone

Mighty Mammon, man’s true face

Crumbling empire, failing race

Once up high, now below

Silent tomb world, nothing grows

All hope of promise falls away

Depths found only in the mind

And as surely as our flesh decays

The earth is left bereft of life

Falling from such heights you’ll find

You never did know your place

And with our great works in decline

Ground rising up to meet your face

The blasted remains of this wretched earth

Salt the Earth

Cursed land

Avert your eyes

To withered hands

Your mortal toil, builds your graves

Flee for high land, no escape

Your quest of greed, now you’re home

You kneel before…

Mammon’s Throne!

Dawn of the end

Dawn of the end

Reap what you have sown

Reap what you have grown