Onyx - Project Pitchfork

A ring of tears damned into ice

We sold the world at a low price

We find our selves in the midst of a march

And we inhale highly tocix discharge

In our eyes we are deep and wise

But everything we touch slowly dies

We don´t see what´s in front of us

We love our ignorance, we hate to discuss

Hello mankind, you must unterstand

Here comes your final punishment

Mother nature invoked a fatal child

Her name is onyx and she won´t be mild

She is coming from outer space

Cause human race has fallen from grace

Brace yourself, you are next on her list

Her name is onyx — and she is rally pissed

She is fed up with human race

Each and everyone has fallen from grace

She has enough information compiled

Her name is onyx — and she´s really wild

I am sorry to report this, sir

It seems our armies are just food for her

There won´t be much left when she is done

Nature rules again, cause we will be gone