Fiery Father

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