Spine of silk and eggshell thin Pity the bleeder, bruised and palsied prince The shameless desperate Mourn the cherished in ruins, yes our Once great Irresolute and forlorn Time to Destroy See it burn Torn down How can my nation be saved? Pray, weep for this age Futurescape, futurerape Seems it leans to the last days Is tomorrow born still? Is judgment his will? Or can we be healed? Oh! Separate Church and this present state He will Destroy Wanna see it burn Torn down Anna Thema I hear you whisper at the gate Union in hell not far away Anna Thema Sheol ways require a wage A nation harvests its portion ♪ Automolech they sing A nation embracing and praising its sin disease Time this scattered few took the lead Bring the jawbone to the Philistines Wanna see it burn Torn down Wanna see it burn down Torn Anna Thema I hear you screaming at the gate Union in hell not far away Anna Thema Sheol ways require a wage A nation harvests its portion