The clouds that grieve
In mourning for mankind
Overcast skies hide their eyes
As the rain showers the plains
The sky's tears dance in the fields
The willow weeps in the autumn breeze

Monumental In Its Sorrow
Captive of the treachery of our race
We are a warlike species
Barbaric and brutal
And we ever shall be

The honour of ancient warriors
A relic of past dignity
Death for honour is no more

Blissful misanthropy
The raping of the earth which harbours us
Bite the hand that feeds
There is no simplicity
The wretch we call christianity
A plague feeding off the weak masses
We shall perish in the name
Of an idolized insolent myth

Rain clouds gather o'er the horizon
Blocking out the sun
Thunder signals the onset of mourning
Lightning lights up our eyes