Noctifer, hear my cry
Tear the sun from the sky
The world is only getting worse
Each dawn is as another curse
Suffering wounds that will not mend
Satan, bring it to an end
Azael, bring down the nations
Grant unholy liberation
Yaweh, we have failed again
Your son's deeds were all in vain
Pazuzu, spill forth your hate
Infest, infect, and desecrate
Politicians sow death's seeds
Acting blindly out of greed
Flames of war grow ever higher
Burn us on our funeral pyre
Horsemen ride, hope fading fast
Make damn sure that nothing lasts
Good intentions have all failed
Might of evil has prevailed
Held on high, my voice implores
Reaper, let us live no more
No excuses, no regrets
My Power! My Power! Lay us to rest
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