Whistling through tombstones of bone

I will throw His word about like a stone

It forms my living weapon

Seers and beggars of Jesus

Eaten with unknown diseases

Like human photos fading:

“When are you coming back?”

Death comes with towers of fire

Carrion piles rising higher

And crashing the ashen horizon

War is ecstatically killing

Pink fragile shells of the living

In screaming blizzards of silver

When are you coming back?

Now in the seventeenth hour

Famine with dead heavy power

And slow, grinding control

Pestilence driving behind

Comes with the speed of a million winds

‘Ere they dream what he’s all about

When are you coming back?

Thundering portals below

A savior throws Holy Bolts of Old

Shattering insect armies

His face is a volcanic surface

Blazing with pure killing purpose

And cold, black currents of stone

And red hot sheets of pain

And as you know all too oftly

And when you say when you softly down

Ahhhh (Ending)