Fiery Father - Disfear

There’s a fire at the horizon

Infernal and divine

Majestic as a sunset

Burning in an orange line

The world will burn hard

In a withering fire

And will come to an end in a funeral pyre

The fiery father will come out of the sky

He shall strike upon us who were born to fry

Out of despair into a mass genocide

Souls swept away by his nuclear tide

A dark wind blows

Over this land of death

Pounding everything

Into a black smoking mess

The fury of flames

Inside our wounds

All that we pray for

Is death to come soon

The fiery father will come out of the sky

He shall strike upon us who were born to fry

Out of despair into a mass suicide

Souls swept away by his nuclear tide

Our gods are dethroned

By a mushroom cloud

Dead but dreaming

Alone in a crowd

Reduced to ashes

Naked and cold

In the not too distant future

I see death itself reload