There's a fire at the horizon
Infernal and divine
Majestic as a sunset
Burning in an orange line
The world will burn hard
In a withering fire
And will come to an end in a funeral pyre
The fiery father will come out of the sky
He shall strike upon us who were born to fry
Out of despair into a ma** genocide
Souls swept away by his nuclear tide
A dark wind blows
Over this land of d**h
Pounding everything
Into a black smoking mess
The fury of flames
Inside our wounds
All that we pray for
Is d**h to come soon
The fiery father will come out of the sky
He shall strike upon us who were born to fry
Out of despair into a ma** suicide
Souls swept away by his nuclear tide
Our gods are dethroned
By a mushroom cloud
Dead but dreaming
Alone in a crowd
Reduced to ashes
Naked and cold
In the not too distant future
I see d**h itself reload