The allys of hell where we wonder

 what's eternal, now it begins

 The fate of the earth, where we were born

 no last echo, pull the plug

 

 and the storm left nothing

 and the storm left all

 and the storm took nothing

 and the storm took all

 

 The winds of disease burn your fields

 So unhallowed, so unclean

 the face of extinction raw and pestilent

 White with terror, tainted eyes

 

 and the storm left nothing

 and the storm left all

 and the storm took nothing

 and the storm took all

 

 The ghosts of grace want your bones

 your spirit left for dead

 The cause of the mourning, lay in grace

 like nations raped with praise

 

 and the storm left nothing

 and the storm left all

 and the storm took nothing

 and the storm took all