harbinger of the apocalypse

In shackles we're bound
World overrun
A path of organized chaos
Brought to a malignant halt

Heed the distant sirens of our final call

We lie in wait, motionless
All our deeds undone
Divine punishment, evolutionary fiend
Harbinger of the apocalypse

In the wake of convalescence
Pale red horizons

In the wake of convalescence
Lies new world orders
What will be left for us?