John Williams Follow

Satis doctrinae postremo expleta rerum
Futurarumque gestarum
Portavit haec mihi visio

Came on the wings of a storm
To seal the fate of mankind
Each shall bring a gift of horrors
'Til this world is no more

Dark army marching, cup of life runneth dry
As the sobbing winds of death
Seep from a tortured grip
From the bowels of life thou shalt slip

Clouds churn amidst the horizon
As thunder growls through the hills
Now, worldwide mayhem and devastation
Eternal war has begun

Dark army marching, born now to this world
Leave no stone unturned
Leave in their wake, the river of blood
To cleanse the earth of its plague

A time of chaos begins
The day of reckoning for us all
And although foreseen nothing
Could have prevented its horrors

Famine, pollution, war and death
Our four gifts grow to earthly proportions
The ones sworn to protect have turned on us all
Sweeping through every nation
Decide now where your soul shall keep eternal slumber
For no man shall escape death's suffocating embrace

Awake to a world as black as night
The devastated earth lit by sacrificial pyres
The pungent scent of death burns my eyes, slowly
I walk towards my fate

Dark army marching, cup of life runneth dry
As the sobbing winds of death
Seep from a tortured grip
From the bowels of life, thou shalt slip

Trapped in our earthly tomb we wait
As the sun fights to break through
But ashen snow from burning corpses
Chokes out the light, evoked eternal night

Dark army marching, born now to this world
Leave no stone unturned
Leave in their wake, the river of blood
To cleanse the earth of its plague

Came on the wings of a storm
And sealed the fate of mankind
Each brought their gift of horror
And this world is no more

Dark army marching, the cup of life has run dry
As the sobbing winds of death
Seep from a tortured grip
From the bowels of life thou hath slipped

Clouds churn amidst the horizon
Thunder did growl through the hills
Darkness now reigns on this earth
Your blood has fueled the rebirth

Dark army marching, born now the new world
Left no stone unturned
Left in their wake, the river of blood
Has cleansed the earth of its plague

Satis doctrinae postremo expleta rerum
Futurarumque gestarum