That Which Ate The Moon - Malady Lyrics

Broken minds they sit atop a throne
Governing the way the world will grow
Don't ask 'cos you cannot know
They will reap what they have sewn
Piles of bodies growing ever higher
Forming a fearful spire
Guided march to the cursed pyre
What do these hateful minds conspire

Relics of an age long gone by
But we all believe their lies
Run now and try hide
The scythe has not picked a side
We all continue to try
But the earth still will fry
Desolation awaits us all
This age begins the fall

The apocalypse upon us now
But all we can do is row
The sky has filled with fire
It seems our fate shall be dire
The earth trembles below our feet
With our maker we shall meet