Empirical Solstice - War Rot Lyrics

Devastation near and far
In the name of greed and someone's god
The ones you cherish doomed to perish
The powerful make a decree
Death as far as the eye can see
War Rot
When will it end
Spirits
Roam aimlessly
Division
Subversion
Division
Subversion
Bombs are falling from the sky
Souls are rising from the ground
Commoners will sign their names
On checks for those who claim to keep the peace
Death has no favorites
Death has no favorites
Death has no favorites
Death has no favorites
When death comes for you he leaves your possessions behind
Money, power have no use in the afterlife
The world will just reek of what it's so it has sowed
It will reek of
War Rot
When will it end
Spirits
Roam aimlessly
No more
No more
No more War Rot