The Mower — Halford

Hell brawl, a landscape of the bones Still filled with no remorse Such pickings for the crow Who dances on a throne? The mover

Let perish be the world The culling of the heard And end is what we seek

Suspended disbelief Abominations grief The sea of evolution Our world of destitution

No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit

Excruciating pain Demoralized again The wrecking has begun The sickening undone

No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit

For witness had its way Death sentence comes today So struggle at the brink It's time to be extinct Upon a broken back Hear every bone go crack

A gutless withered flesh Led forward on its leash Flat line in the abyss Where nightmares reminisce

No air, no light, no exit No air, no light, no exit

The confrontations rest No air no light no exit Flat line in the abyss No air, no light, no exit