The stars run backwards
I see the  glow in the distance
I feel sick,but I know I ain't gonna die
There is death around and a cold wind cry

This land bears no fruit
We fell out out of grace
Because God has left this ******* place
Static noise and devastation,I can see the ghost of human race

Here is the TV broadcasting death revolution
And the deity pouching from a ***** wall
Horned priest and his children singing all together
To save a little time before the end