The Waste of Time - Saint Vitus

Wipe the sweat from your eyes

A new war has begun

The rules are old as time

For a game never won

The tribes are rising

The hourglass has begun

All morals forgotten

All the talking done

Ragged fists in the air

Black horizons appear

Bodies are rising

The final end draws near

Bloody scalps are worn

As trophies of pain

Horrors marching

Crushing all in the way

Wretched are the voices

That summon death from the sea

They drown themselves

As the world still bleeds

Smoking ashes remain

Disease feeding the cause

Mother nature weeps

Everything is finally gone

The endless night has arrived

Warriors bow their heads

In a moment of silence

The last prayer is said