Skeptics Apocalypse

Mid-day heat is low Sun torches victims skin Priests rise to command Blood spills the altar stairs Sacrifice to their gods Sun sets the slaves all die The hearts of humans left to dry Burnt offerings to the sky Temples built for priests with high Mes

Back in the days we first sighted Their shields gleaming bright in the sky The light that was brighter than fire Forced cowards to run out of spite Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel Masters of metal, agents of steel

Bonded in leather Pumping blood through my veins Sweet virgins sacrificed Screaming with pain Drifting through night air Life's so insane Dark scattered figures Shooting steel thru my brains! Taken by force, showing ni mercy Taken by force, lay your

In the mist of a windswept plain We carried the gifts that our priests had restrained Chanting awaiting the gods of the sun We're children of sorrow captors of none A hole in the sky And a tear in the eye Of the god of the gate of the sun From far aw