Theatre of War - Apocalypse Orchestra

Welcome to the show of all shows

Front row seats for the murder of crows

Draw the curtains, start the play

The cast is ready, join the fray

Dead men walking, trumpets blare

Death rides by on his holy mare

Triumph is certain, in the mind’s eye

Truth hides under limbs piled high

(The machine, of war plows on…)

(Never ending… It’s too far gone…)

Holy and gasping, horrified screams

Tears running down an, endless dream

Humanity’s lust, eclipsed by war

Apocalypse, knocking on, your front door

(The machine, of war plows on…)

(Never ending, It’s too far gone…)

(The machine, of war plows on…)

(Never ending, It’s too far gone…)

Holy and gasping, horrified screams

Tears running down an, endless dream

Humanity’s lust, eclipsed by war

Apocalypse, knocking on, your front door

(Oh oh oh oh oh)

(Oh oh oh oh oh)

Oh oh oh

(The machine, of war plows on…)

(Never ending, it’s too far gone…)

(The machine, of war plows on…)

(Never ending, it’s too far gone…)