Over all the desert roads Destroyers march And no one is safe For the sword Devours from one end of the earth To the other Fallen, fallen World on fire Fallen, fallen World on fire We have sown wheat and reaped our weeds Our wells run dry And our ground is cracked And on account of his anger Will we be ashamed of our harvest? And you will ask yourself Why have I been so sure Of all that's been given to me? You can't escape it This total depravity And you will ask yourself Why have I been so sure Of all that's been given to me? You can't escape it This total depravity Fallen, fallen World on fire Fallen, fallen World on fire Fallen, fallen (our wells run dry) World on fire (our ground is cracked) Fallen, fallen (our wells run dry) World on fire (our ground is cracked) Our wells run dry Our ground is cracked My well runs dry My ground is cracked Our wells run dry Our ground is cracked