Trail of Pestilence - Saint Vitus

Hey there brothers

The time is near

You wouldn’t listen

Now it’s too clear

Power madmen

Screwed our world

Now we suffer

For their thrills

They made our planet

A bloody waste

Something sour

Is all we taste

Poison clouds

In ruptured skies

They enjoy progress

While your children die

We let it happen

We sealed our fate

We’re thinking twice, now

But it’s too late

Burning bodies

With eyes that glow

Distorted vision

Of a life we’ve known