Blood of Elijah from Split

I see smoke on the horizon a sense of fear rising up through the air I can hear the women crying the sound of mountains crumbling into the plains the seas give birth bodies washing ashore the smell of death is carried on the wind shades of red on the horizon all hope for redemption is now far gone gravity pulling hard at my limbs vigour leaves me as I fall to the ground the smoke has cleared black rain is falling carpet of ash as far as the eye can see Revenge of the earth upon ourselves! Revenge of the earth upon ourselves! Revenge of the earth upon ourselves! A radiant abyss where man meets himself!