Shepherd - Fit For An Autopsy

The shepherds kill their sheep

Just to watch them die

The end of days is born

Under the burning sky

A thousand oceans spill upon the spoiled shore

Returning cities to the sea

All as it was before

Retreat beyond the walls

Where vultures go to die

Scavenge for substance as the last

Is swallowed by the flies

Now we compete with bird and beast

Cycles of deceit, doomed to repeat

Sorrow we seed in, to an earth I once believed in

A future stained, in the blood of our children

We carve through mountains

Great shadows they cast

Now desolate wastelands

Clinging to brighter pasts

Nations of thieves

Selling our souls for gold

Critical mass

Our fate is terminal

Man is the cancer

We call for death and it answers

Man is the cancer

We call for death and it answers

A thousand fires turn the forests into dust and bone

A wind so thick with ash

The statues shatter into stone

The leaders turn to lepers

Begging to survive

Scavenge for substance as the last

I swallowed by the flies

Behold true sorrow

Behold true sorrow

Behold true sorrow

The shepherds kill their sheep

Just to watch them die

The end of days is born

Under burning sky

Man is the cancer

We call for death and it answers

Man is the cancer

We call for death and it answers

We carve through mountains

Great shadows they cast

Now desolate wastelands

Clinging to brighter pasts

Nations of thieves

Selling our souls for gold

Critical mass

Our fate is terminal

Our fate is terminal