Here Comes Perdition
Dawn of the inevitable is the beginning of the end
Bottomless trepidation spreads like epidemic
Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible
Give the last prayer reaches no one
Here comes perdition
A loss of faith makes a pile of abandoned crosses
It will be a monument to pitiful futileness
Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible
Give the last prayer reaches no one
Today is the day
All icons shed tears of blood
This is the beginning of the end
Today is the day
All icons shed tears of blood
Here comes perdition