Arch Cadaver

The arch cadaver turns around
 Maggots falling from his eyes
 Surveying pummeled smoldering fields
 The living turned to clay they've met their day
 No battles fought
 Just a wave of his hand
 Death rays and smoke trails
 Wash over the land
 Born created conjured spun
 In webs of foul deeds undone
 Footsteps crush and shock the ground
 His fingers point to where you're bound
 No battles fought
 Just a wave of his hand
 Death rays and smoke trails
 Wash over the land
 His head tilts back, his throat agape
 Look inside and see your fate
 Bleeding stars and moons rotate
 In ways that make the strong insane
 No battles fought
 Just a wave of his hand
 Death rays and smoke trails
 Wash over the land
 Lidless eyes, orbs of black
 Doorways to wrath
 All become one
 Heaped in great piles of ash