In Days to Come - Sol Invictus

And in the days of to come

The sound of iron and the sound of drums

And in the days of to come

The earth shall seethe and the clouds will bleed

And in the days of to come

Will we be drowned in a sea of scum?

And in the days of to come

Will man spew out a bastard son?

But from the forest and the field

Here she comes, here she comes

Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel

Here she comes, here she comes

From her womb of growing corn

We are reborn, we are reborn

Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn

Here she comes, here she comes

And in the days that will be

The doors of hope will have no key

And in the days that will be

No books or gods, only greed

And in the days it will show

That the rule of gold will drag us low

And in great halls where treason breeds

Even noble hearts become diseased

But from the forest and the field

Here she comes, here she comes

Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel

Here she comes, here she comes

And from her womb of growing corn

We are reborn, we are reborn

Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn

Here she comes, here she comes

And from the forest and the field

Here she comes, here she comes

Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel

Here she comes, here she comes

And from her womb of growing corn

We are reborn, we are reborn

Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn

Here she comes, here she comes

Here she comes, here she comes

Here she comes, here she comes

Here she comes, here she comes

Here she comes, here she comes