Ashen Soil Lyrics

Malefic arms lying in wait

Agents of harm tempting fate

How cruel when few refuse to try and abate

The many are rained on, clearing slate

Better to boil and shed this coil

Than ache and toil your ashen soil

With luck, such contest shall yield no conquest

Just bring the final rest

Holding vain stance till final date

No chance in hell to acclimate

To disillusion from this god and state

May stop the fusion to decimate

Bask in blooming sunsets

Dance to death's minuet

As winds of fiery threat

Drown blaring trumpets

Better to boil and shed this coil

Than ache and toil your ashen soil

With luck, such contest shall yield no conquest

Just bring the final rest