It happened on a Thursday
In the month of May
The rising of the Ancient Ones
From beyond the fray
The first to turn against them
Were returned to dust
In the wake of violence
They came to win our trust
Kill 'em by the score
And we will lose
Ten thousand more
Tell your zealous sons
To lay down
Their precious guns
Heed the hallowed voice
And recognize
It's not a choice
They are here to stay
To guarantee
A better way
On Ascension Day
They cast out all our leaders
And tore down our machines
The prettiest apocalypse
The world had ever seen
And on their knees, the multitudes
Prayed hand in hand
The wisdom of the Ancient Ones
Swept across the land
Kill 'em by the score
And we will lose
Ten thousand more
Tell your zealous sons
To lay down
Their precious guns
Heed the hallowed voice
And recognize
It's not a choice
They are here to stay
To guarantee
A better way
On Ascension Day
The rape of all creation
By those who must consume
We set the clock in motion
The countdown to our doom
But time's a grand illusion
The beginning is the end
To them what is, it always was
And will be again
Kill 'em by the score
And we will lose
Ten thousand more
Tell your precious sons
To lay down
Their father's guns
Heed the hallowed voice
And recognize
It's not a choice
They are here to stay
To guarantee
A better way
On Ascension Day