Life Turned To Dust

I dream often of the end
These dark nights, this pitiful planet
This society of lifeless shells
Life turned to dust
Blood from the tree of life
These dreams shall become a reality
These dreams of humanity's fall
Under the horned one
Under Satan's maw

The sun is eclipsed by a shadow
That no light can penetrate
Sorrow and fear in every heart

Falling to their knees
Asphyxiating and writing in pain
Satan's pleasure
Our death his game

The stars shimmer and the cold moon glares
My dreams, these dark hallucinations
Shall be a reality