Where Is the Wrathful Sky

An hour of great contempt is upon us
The hour in which even our own lives
Have become abhorrent unto us

The gods we yet worship long since dead
Mock our servile existence
Our future is meaningless
Poverty, uncleanness and despicable apathy

Where is the retribution?
Our inglorious doom
Inexorable, irrevocable
Shameful and mired in filth

(Syzygy, syzygy)
(Syzygy, syzygy)
(Syzygy, syzygy)
(Syzygy, syzygy)

(Syzygy, syzygy)
(Syzygy, syzygy)
(Syzygy, syzygy)
(Syzygy)

Where is the wrathful sky?

Where is the lightning
To strike down our wickedness?
Where is the frenzy
To release us from the hopelessness with which we are infected?

Where is the wrathful sky
That will end our suffering?
Where is the wrathful sky?



Credits
Writer(s): Karl E. Sanders, George Kollias, Brian Kingsland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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