The clouds that grieve   In mourning for mankind   Overcast skies hide their eyes   As the rain showers the plains   The sky's tears dance in the fields   The willow weeps in the autumn breeze      Monumental In Its Sorrow   Captive of the treachery of our race   We are a warlike species   Barbaric and brutal   And we ever shall be      The honour of ancient warriors   A relic of past dignity   Death for honour is no more      Blissful misanthropy   The raping of the earth which harbours us   Bite the hand that feeds   There is no simplicity   The wretch we call christianity   A plague feeding off the weak masses   We shall perish in the name   Of an idolized insolent myth      Rain clouds gather o'er the horizon   Blocking out the sun   Thunder signals the onset of mourning   Lightning lights up our eyes