Cataclysm Lyrics

Without man the earth began
Without man the earth will end

Our judgment approaches.
Our presence will be erased.
They will come from the skies.
An implausible might we must face.

Impact of cataclysmic scope indicate their arrival to this world
Masses gather to kneel to their feet, These are not gods these are not angels,

These are not gods
These are not angels

The ancients return
To their temples
The harvest begins
Beliefs mean nothing.

The harvest begins