From town and country they came O'er fields of golden corn Driven by plagues among us Unknown from whence they're born Her hair was strong and flowing Her heart so, bounteous The child so small and sleeping To wake him, so joyous Comet came overhead now Envenom our well once sweet Dystopic nightmare vision Well on our city streets Flee for the hills Don't you worry about a thing The scrambling hordes be falling All over themselves Comet came overhead now Envenom our well once sweet Dystopic nightmare vision Well on our city streets Mine eyes, look to the sun for safe home Mine eyes, won't forget the horror The plagues are now over All ashes to the sky The city lies dormant And the wind whistles by A new day dawns once again And new life begins once again A new generation Built in honesty Then sullied by madness Inevitably It came from o'er the hills It came from o'er the seas...