Apocalyptic - Evocation

Beneath the formations in stone

Fragments of evil corrode

Tragic creation in rust

Fire in rain it explodes

Inside our dead blind mind

Our mutiny unfolds

Above the blood red line

It grows

We face the storm we face our death

As dark we form apocalyptic

Bringers of pain dark arise

Riders of doom now united

Crushing and raping our thoughts

We die in our darkness so blind

Inside the dead born kind

Apocalyptic we find

Beneath the darkest sky

We die