Sun of Mourning
Being is a battle
Black cloud of words
Tears of fire raining down on mother earth
Anger opens the mouth
And shuts the mind
Cries of the damned the twilight of humankind
No sign of angels
The boatmans callin
Listen
Mayday baby, were all going down
Down to where the bloodless dwell
Try some praying it might save your soul
If your god resides in hell
Bullets rip through bodies
Leaving gaping holes
The gods of war are reaping what the mortals sow
If you see the sun of mourning
In the blood red sky
Slit the throat of conscience let the well run dry
No sign of angels
The boatmans beckoning
Follow
Unleash the demons that you keep within
Let em burn, let em kill, let em lacerate
God only helps those who help themselves
Armies of dead bring the apocalypse
Let em burn, let em rape and decapitate
Ride the pale horse and spread the plague
If you see the sun of mourning
The morning star
The son of the morning star is here
Hes already there
