We have sown the seeds of our destruction
And lived our petty lives without a care
I have seen the fate that shall befall us
There won't be anything left anywhere
War... Famine... Pestilence... Death...
We have known the treasure of the sand kings
And coveted the wealth that's in their hands
Every nation will fight to possess it
The oil that lies beneath the desert sand
War... Famine... Pestilence... Death...
See them on the plains of Armageddon
Just waiting for the final curtain call
See the armies gathered there for battle
Pushing mankind toward it's final fall
War... Famine... Pestilence... Death...
Listen to the voices of the prophets
And listen for that final trumpet sound
Be prepared for that time in the future
When everything will be burned to the ground
War... Famine... Pestilence... Death...