Strike from dove Chunks of molten matter raining blood Pelt mother earth Father time has chosen now to burn
When God Dies Then We Die When God Dies Then We Die
Fire from above Warping twisting tides from far beyond Waves cleansing space Stripping all it's children of their pain
When God Dies Then We Die When God Dies Then We Die
Forever we go tumbling through the void We're all marching in the Ice parade Creator has now put an end to all And black is sucking on the spinning ball
All is gone All that lives is surely born to die Came from beyond Stripped us of our warmth then traveled on
When God Dies Then We Die When God Dies Then We Die