The shepherds kill their sheep
Just to watch them die
The end of days is born
Under the burning sky
A thousand oceans
Spill upon the spoiled shores
Returning cities to the sea
All as it was before
Retreat beyond the walls
Where vultures go to die
Scavenge for substance
As the last is swallowed by the flies
Now we compete
With bird and beast
Cycles of deceit
Doomed to repeat
Sorrow we seed in
To an earth I once believed in
A future stained
In the blood of our children
We carve through mountains
Great shadows they cast
Now desolate wastelands
Clinging to brighter pasts
Nations of thieves
Selling our souls for gold
Critical mass
Our fate is terminal
Man is the cancer
We call for death and it answers
A thousand fires turn the forests
Into dust and bone
A wind so thick with ash
Statues shatter into stone
The leaders turn to lepers
Begging to survive
Scavenge for substance
As the last is swallowed by the flies
Behold true sorrow
The shepherds kill their sheep
Just to watch them die
The end of days is born
Under the burning sky
Man is the cancer
We call for death and it answers
Man is the cancer
We call for death and it answers
We carve through mountains
Great shadows they cast
Now desolate wastelands
Clinging to brighter pasts
Nations of thieves
Selling our souls for gold
Critical mass
Our fate is terminal
Our fate is terminal

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Writer(s): WILLIAM SCOTT PUTNEY