Coming down like an asteroid they've hit the ground. Cutting deep like a scalpel would: into the ground. They try to finish work somehow, hunting the homeless. Soon the world coming down: rise of the ruthless. And when the atmosphere is lost, oh they defeat us. And when the nuclear winter falls: oh they might beat us! Save me, they're coming. I'm the God-Survivor. The call of ancient prophecy, born from destruction. Driven by death technology, breeding perfection. And over crushed and broken bones: oh I will lead us. And past the ruins of burning homes: oh I will feed us.