The template of man stands still.



Silence surrounds, and it is worthless.



The person you are can and will



Happily receive Death's sweet kiss.



 



For, when it rains all around,



And Armageddon pours down,



Only you could make a sound



And annihilate this whole town.



 



Destruction came from above;



Your good heart, without fear.



You saved yourself from the evil in love,



And destroyed my world, without a tear.



 



Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord;



For a while it was, but, never, no more.



The war drums strike the fiercest cord;



Upon you we shall descend like the Devil's sword.