Fit For An Autopsy - The Juggernaut lyrics

rate me

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.