Trail Of Pestilence

Hey there brothers



the time is near



you wouldn't listen



now it's too clear



power madmen



screwed our world



now we suffer



for their thrills







They made our planet



a bloody waste



something sour



is all we taste



poison clouds



in ruptured skies



they enjoy progress



while your children die







We let it happen



we sealed our fate



we're thinking twice, now



but it's too late



burning bodies



with eyes that glow



distorted vision



of a life we've known