Disciples of the end times
That we so dearly asked
It's now we reap the harvest
War
Lend your weapon to the mass
Appropriate
And bask in your glory days

I watch the sky turn red
Constellations splinter
A new celestial mark
I see the fields of green
Now disintegrating
The winds of winter come to claim the Sun

Far off
Into the horizon
Drifting
Drifting away from us all
I feel I'm standing on the edge of the earth
Waiting for it to hit us again

For it to hit us again

Heed the warning signs
Brush it off
Like it's all for nothing
Remnants of what was
Underlying repudiation
See our future
As you wait for the second coming
Born disillusioned
Perception opened in the eye of death

The sky turns red
I see the fields of green
Now disintegrating
The winds of winter come to claim the Sun

Far off
Into the horizon
Drifting
Drifting away from us all
I feel I'm standing on the edge of the earth
Waiting for it to hit us again