Ravishing children in perilous times Mother of harlots recanting her vice Maelstroms... On the wings of a dove Innocence lost In for the kill Galloping thunder waving its sword Brother to Death in darkness is born Perish... In the bludgeoned presence of foes Innocence lost In for the kill No glory for sorrows No solace in harlots No sunlight in shadows No comfort embracing the dead Fiery red fury unleashing its might Drowning the laughter of ages to come Silence... As the megatons fall Ashes to ash Dust turns to dust Nuclear winters yearning for dawn Stealing the life out of every last breath Vanish... In the mist of a gangrenous gaze Ashes to ash Dust turns to dust No whispering sorrows Find comfort in harlots Unveiling the horrors Consumed by conflict and strife And now as the trees start to tremble Deepening damnation, the rolling bell Running with wolves, moribund consripts are waiting to die Lest cowards may horde the sunset that fades in the west Ashes, ashes, ashes Dust turn to dust