The skies open above all of us sinners
And the air is growing much thinner
We were praying for this, yet we are heathen
It's a twist of fate that is worth believing

The rapture is drawing near, only for us
Deliver us from our crimes and our lust
No survivors, even after the fire dies out
No more of us, the apocalypse is now

Burning
Screaming
Burning
Decaying
Death to us all


The ashes of what is now best forgotten
We were the criminals, the misbegotten
May the winds of justice take our souls away
Into the shallow, darker day