Bonesaw: Waiting

The world's dying, becoming a tomb
For all our gods to cry for
Ripped away from its divine womb
In lies we all breed

The pain maze and the blood-red haze
Earthquake and roaring thunder
Utter hatred under your skin
Pain unfolds, wrath and despair

In the deep abyss of our past
Where sunlight seldom falls
Shadows embrace the unknown souls
Waiting for relief that will never come

A world of hellfire arises
As a kingdom of truth is born
We stroll knee-deep in the dead
Until this reign of lies is torn