The black sky falls upon us

As the heavens watch us war

The moon and sun and stars and clouds

Are not bothered by the gore.

The fresh, green grass is sprinkled

With blood from all our prey

And at this rate it seems our race

Will not last another day.

The guns of war are crying

With anger, fear and might

And the shots of ceaseless fire

Can be heard throughout the night.

The black sky falls upon us

As the heavens let us die

The moon and sun and stars and clouds

Watching from up high.