These fields were always green
Now nothing grows, and never will
Left is a stench of decay
Death breeds among flesh and bones

Take a look, a look at today humanity
Is digging it's own fucking grave
The sea will boil as the heaven
Bursts to fire
The reaper will harvest in the final hour

Progress is not always progress
When extinction is the price to pay
This world is going under as we
Bury our dead

Take a look, a look at today humanity
Is digging it's own fucking grave
The sea will boil as the heaven
Bursts to fire
The reaper will harvest in the final hour

Funeral, an entire world
Funeral, awaits

Don't take action, Don't fight back
Accept what's coming, there is no
Turning back

World Funeral

Take a look, a look at tomorrow humanity
Has digged it's own fucking grave
The sea now boils as the heaven
Bursts to fire
The reaper harvest in the final hour

Hour, hour, final hour