Текст песни Where Is The Wrathful Sky

An hour of great contempt is upon us The hour in which even our own lives Have become abhorrent unto us The gods we yet worship Long since dead Mock our servile existence Our future is meaningless Poverty uncleanness And despicable apathy Where is the wrath Where is the retribution Our inglorious doom Inexorable irrevocable Shameful and mired in filth Syzygy Where is the lightning To strike down our wickedness Where is the frenzy To release us from the hopelessness With which we are infected Where is the wrathful sky That will end our suffering