Apocalyptic paranoia

can you see the end
the writings on the wall
a message in blood
a final deathcall

like the fatal sting
poison in my veins
preparing for war
unleashing reprised hate

an excuse to kill
don't need a better reason
a pleasure in itself
a fertile dying season
i breathe famon
and breed disease
a living plague
i sow the seed

i plant the living and harvest the dead

graveyards to be filled
apocalypse today
bloodletting is at hand
i see bodies burn
i smell the stench of doom
young and old in pieces
nothing but a tomb