A song for your apocalypse

As the siren starts to wail,
As the bullets hit like hail,
As the defences start to fail,
This war is on a global scale!

You cant run from the reaper,
he's like a heatseeker,
here comes your death knell,
he will send you to hell!

so while nations fight for freedom,
others simply want a kingdom,
people die in a multitude,
and as for you, you know you're screwed!

You cant run from the reaper,
he's like a heatseeker,
here comes your death knell,
he will send you to hell!

the legions of the enemy are marching at your door,
the soldiers of your country are dying by the score,
there are countless battles to be fought,
but not by you, your time's too short.

You cant run from the reaper,
he's like a heatseeker,
here comes your death knell,
he will send you to hell!

see the bombs falling, see them march in,
humanity's gone over, to theft rape and sin,
you cant avoid it, the end of your world,
as in ride four horsemen, their banner unfurled.

You cant run from the reaper,
he's like a heatseeker,
here comes your death knell,
he will send you to hell!

In this final great war, you will draw your last breath,
in this final destruction, just one more meaningless death,
it may be by bullet, by knife or by shell,
but here at the end of it, you're already in hell!