Lord Of Flies

Lyrics

Above the earth swarm thousands On the ground they run by the sign of the sun In the wastes summons a voice A voice of destruction, the calls for starvation Abomination towards the sun Now there is nowhere to run Foul and cursed A home of ugliness, torture, and pain Take me there The horror that hides behind this supernatural being, foul and cursed The stench of this desert What have I done? He is Lord of Flies