We must face a threat to all civilisation Dogmatic ideology with nuclear capacity Whose frenzied faithful all desire Apocalypse for their messiah
Lusting for a perfect world's ecstatic contradictions And bewildered by the prospect of creating it themselves Credulous fools with theocratic convictions Would bring about cessation of life on Earth
Behold a world their faith inspires A howling void now empty Of church going choirs
Bats ascend to boiling peaks where dancing glimmers roar While crackles sired with flickering beaks at ashes on the floor Asphyxiating vortex winds cast corpses away From immolation death we're destined to decay
Is this the result you had in mind? Can you accept the legacy left behind?
Into thy hands Into thy hands Into thy hands Into thy hands I feel the lashing of the flames
The end of life is like a blazing sunset The last time colour fills the sky For what lies beyond is engulfing dark Where even dreams are left to die
Into thy hands Into thy hands Into thy hands Into thy hands I feel the lashing of the flames
Into thy hands Into thy hands Into thy hands Into thy hands I feel the lashing of the flames