On and on
The giant clock tolls,
Time rolls on.
Groaning, falling, rising falling man -
All hail the marching hand!
War is coming.
The sky weeps blood,
The world will drown.
Crimson, scarlet broken man -
The cost of life is to sit in shame.
War is coming.
My heart is still,
I’ve died to kill.
Hacking, praying killing man -
The children feed from vultures’ feast;
War has come.