March of Death - Razor

Cold and silent prophecy

Brought about by fears

Foretold to all the masses

Forgotten through the years

The end to all predictions

Yes time is growing near

The march of death approaches

The fate of man is clear

They run to find a hiding place

To hide themselves from sheer disgrace

The Gods have come to claim their heads

Triumphant when they’re dead

A million wars united

Repayment for our lives

Widespread grief and terror

The nations face demise

Amidst the passive sorrow

They toll the final bell

The sacred rise above us all

The evil burn in hell

The corpses of the wicked

Surpass those of the good

The cities lay in ruin

Amongst the fire and blood

Destructive forces rendered

The pulse of mankind ends

Upon the frozen bodies

The march of death descends