The arch cadaver turns around Maggots falling from his eyes Surveying pummeled smoldering fields The living turned to clay they've met their day No battles fought Just a wave of his hand Death rays and smoke trails Wash over the land Born created conjured spun In webs of foul deeds undone Footsteps crush and shock the ground His fingers point to where you're bound No battles fought Just a wave of his hand Death rays and smoke trails Wash over the land His head tilts back, his throat agape Look inside and see your fate Bleeding stars and moons rotate In ways that make the strong insane No battles fought Just a wave of his hand Death rays and smoke trails Wash over the land Lidless eyes, orbs of black Doorways to wrath All become one Heaped in great piles of ash