The sky is red, the blood is falling

Death's sweet, raspy voice is calling

Now I stare at all the clouds

Covered in this crimson shroud

Millions are dead, billions do cry

And everybody who's anybody wonders why

Why is it raining?

Why are we straining?

By that dreadful cross

Are so many lost

We heard the warnings of the end

Did our own fate on us depend?

All this time we've just been waiting

To end ourselves by all the hating

If our minds were actually strong

We wouldn't be hearing Death's sweet song

For now the bodies drop where they stand

Everywhere that's anywhere across the land

Blood is dripping

Minds are ripping

By the cross

So much lost

All of this talk about the end

Who is an enemy? Who is a friend?