The Day After 'Trinity' - Panzerfaust

On the day divinity rejects the order

They’ll bend the mirrors back unto the gift of fire

That reflects in the master’s eye

They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer

Feast or Famine

The wage of sin is Death

Hold them like a teething child

And show them the sins of their fathers

Waste them, and their waste to the world

And collapse, as madmen lead the blind

«Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how do your gardens grow?»

A failed womb, of their ART

Early ripe, early rotten

And the world is rotten;

like a fallen fruit

Ring the war chime

Violently project it inside

The fanged chasm;

A hellscape collosass

That bleeds them like fucking swine

On the day divinity rejects the order

They’ll bend the mirror back where at last

They’ll drag the whore through the sceptered isle

They’ll break the grand design, to bring forth the healer

On the day that never ends

At Jornada del Muerto

At this tilting plateau of diminishing grace

Salvation is sought where the sun yields

No sanctuary