A dying World

A dying world

God's throneroom glistens

The sins of men

Who never listened

A sadness deepens

A wound bleeds red

On the broken ground

Of a world soon dead

The Lord of hosts

His angel army

They destroy this world

But never harm me

My sins are purged

With healing fire

The Sword of Michael

Cuts through the liar

He's cast to Hell

He and his fear

That poisoned my world

Until the final year

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