Blood-red sun, what has it done?
Heat-torn sky, the rivers run dry
Not a fertile thing but a dead horizon
Looking at me from everywhere I gaze
Hollow skull, emotionless grin
Mesmerized in front of the dead
Not a hope in hell anyone survived
Even if we've feared that there's something here
What's happened?
Who's been here?
Where am I?
Where's my home?
Barren waste, wilderness bare
Cracked and dry a**aulting my eye
Not a single man has been left alive
When the sun god damned to command the dead
I could smell the blood
I could hear them scream