As the sun sets on another day of strife
Colours fade to black and white as I begin to feed
A tax upon the host I gleefully exact
It'll be the death of you
It'll be the death of them all
First the children
The purest of the peasantry
But given time
The lot of them will fall

I am your God
I am the end
I am salvation
I bring with me
The great calamity

The winds of change
Have blown us all over
Overwrought in pain and endless night
This passion play is so soon at hand
I am the reckoning of which you dare not speak

Don't let him in again
Please save me
He's breaking me
We've come to feed
We've come to feed