Razor

March Of Death

Razor


Cold and silent prophecy 
Brought about by fears 
Foretold to all the masses 
Forgotten through the years 
The end to all predictions 
Yes time is growing near 
The march of death approaches 
The fate of man is clear 
They run to find a hiding place 
To hide themselves from sheer disgrace 
The Gods have come to claim their heads 
Triumphant when they're dead 
A million wars united 
Repayment for our lives 
Widespread grief and terror 
The nations face demise 
Amidst the passive sorrow 
They toll the final bell 
The sacred rise above us all 
The evil burn in hell 
The corpses of the wicked 
Surpass those of the good 
The cities lay in ruin 
Amongst the fire and blood 
Destructive forces rendered 
The pulse of mankind ends 
Upon the frozen bodies 
The march of death descends