On the Wings of a Dove

Ravishing children in perilous times

Mother of harlots recanting her vice

Maelstroms... On the wings of a dove

Innocence lost

In for the kill

Galloping thunder waving its sword

Brother to Death in darkness is born

Perish... In the bludgeoned presence of foes

Innocence lost

In for the kill

No glory for sorrows

No solace in harlots

No sunlight in shadows

No comfort embracing the dead

Fiery red fury unleashing its might

Drowning the laughter of ages to come

Silence... As the megatons fall

Ashes to ash

Dust turns to dust

Nuclear winters yearning for dawn

Stealing the life out of every last breath

Vanish... In the mist of a gangrenous gaze

Ashes to ash

Dust turns to dust

No whispering sorrows

Find comfort in harlots

Unveiling the horrors

Consumed by conflict and strife

And now as the trees start to tremble

Deepening damnation, the rolling bell

Running with wolves, moribund consripts are waiting to die

Lest cowards may horde the sunset that fades in the west

Ashes, ashes, ashes

Dust turn to dust