Lamb Of God

Privileged, a chosen few
Blessed with our time in hell
Witness a divine vision, the day we all fell still
Rapture of the dying age, a shattered hourglass
Wrath of the warring gods and so this too shall pass
Its only getting worse, not worth a moments regret
Each dawn another curse, every breath a twisting blade
What will be left behind in the ashes of the wake?
An ill wind blows this way, th edge of the envelope burns
For bearance and my vengeance, payment for your intent
Fear and death in the wings, in thrall of those fallen from grace