Furious Winds; Locusts

Time for the burning
Wings that smolder all futures
With no respect for all beings
(They) Seethe like rivers of loathing and foretell the end of mankind.

The verb of rape is spread
Of torture, scorn for lives
Burnt grounds along the path
Where emptiness is found
Naked trees so lifeless are left by
With a dead walk, devouring all the flesh of frails, tears are dried by loss
Soul-less' sorrows for the worms
Carcass is the dwell, left alone
All will is gone and now the earth's undone.

Time for the burning
Humanity next to death row
Then pace to holocaust
You, grinding creatures moldy
In the void your cries are gone
As furious winds here come the locusts
The demons of the war
Decay is now the keyword
And it's time for the burning.

Time for the burning
Wings that smolder all futures
With no respect for all beings
(They) Seethe
Like rivers of loathing and foretell the end of mankind.
Time for the burning.