The gods take pity
For the world is burning
By our own causation
The fabric of our means
Disintegrating at our feet
Flames growing down in the depths
Consuming all and leaving none
Slowly but quickly
Awareness met with ignorance
As death of day brings life
Birth of the demons
Beckoning and calling
More, more, and more
Feeding the system
And feeding off the fear
Not knowing when or where
The fires source
No warmth, just ice
Leave a wasteland behind
In its path
Devoid of life
The gods
They cry
Because we know why.