Here Comes Perdition

Dawn of the inevitable is the beginning of the end Bottomless trepidation spreads like epidemic Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible Give the last prayer reaches no one Here comes perdition A loss of faith makes a pile of abandoned crosses It will be a monument to pitiful futileness Put your trembling hand on the useless Bible Give the last prayer reaches no one Today is the day All icons shed tears of blood This is the beginning of the end Today is the day All icons shed tears of blood Here comes perdition