In Death We Trust - Impaled Nazarene, Allfader

Too long have we remained

Blind to our own crimes

Devastation’s sword

Wielded by our hand

Rivers gone dry

Fields cold and dead

A haunting wind

Spreads the stench

We fall from grace once again

As the world and heavens burn

The prophet so foretold

Judgement’s now at hand

Come day of wrath

Come fiery rain

Let us be gone

All things must end

The heavens crumble and fall

Our hearts are black and burnt

The gods pay no heed to your call

Your screams cannot be heard

Storm coming, fear nothing

The end has come, in death we trust

Sky falling, dark calling

The end has come, in death we trust