Scythe

A new star burning bright

through the forests and through the sky

trembling both the meek and might

a new redeemer has come to die

igniting the earth

with his passion and wrath

this ascendant of death will

show all righteous their path

embrace ourselves with this...

are we not done this far?

applaud the coming of... shining

brighter than the sun

are we not done this far?

embrace ourselves in this... shining

Did we smile, our work to see?

did we who made the lamb make thee?

the blind and deaf and dumb will reap

this rotten seed

our prophet has attired with cloaks made from human

skin

burning bright as fires strike the sky

redeeming us to sin

embrace ourselves with this...

are we not done this far?

applaud the coming of... shining

brighter than the sun

are we not done this far?

embrace ourselves in this... shining