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