The harvest of the human seed, the Earth is a corpse field
Collected on the wagons, catapulted into mass graces
Foul air corrodes the skin
The trumpets sound the alarm of the overwhelming onslaught

Deep gaps do open, devouring the dead
Horribly distorted faces leaking decay
No conflict resolution, no bond to fix the fault lines
Take the breath from the Earth

And again and again the clouds will come
Split the sky, consume the drowning horizon
Fire red as it flashes, but does not thunder
Embrace the hour of devastation
Bringer of war
Take the breath from the Earth
Bringer of war
Take the breath from the Earth

There will never be peace
We will never be safe again

No conflict resolution, no bond to fix the fault lines
Take the breath from the Earth
No history to tell, no legacy to leave behind, no future generation
Take the breath from the Earth
Funeral for a failing race
A mass of graves where the soil bleeds
Reborn from the rotted caskets
This is the harvest of the human seed

The Earth is a corpse field
The Earth is a corpse field