Welcome to the show of all shows
Front row seats for the [?]murder of crows[?]
Draw the curtains, start the play
The cast is ready, join the fray

Dead men walking, trumpets blare
Death rides by on his holy mare
Triumph is certain, in the mind's eye
Truth hides under limbs piled high

(The [?]machine, of war [?]plows on...[?])
(Never ending... It's too far gone...)

[?]Holy and gasping[?], horrified screams
Tears running down an, endless [?]dream
Humanity's lust, eclipsed by war
Apocalypse, knocking on, your front door

(The [?]machine, of war [?]plows on...[?])
(Never ending, It's too far gone...)

(The [?]machine, of war [?]plows on...[?])
(Never ending, It's too far gone...)

[?]Holy and gasping[?], horrified screams
Tears running down an, endless [?]dream
Humanity's lust, eclipsed by war
Apocalypse, knocking on, your front door

(Oh oh oh oh oh)

(Oh oh oh oh oh)

Oh oh oh

(The machine, of war [?]plows on...[?])
(Never ending, it's too far gone...)

(The machine, of war [?]plows on...[?])
(Never ending, it's too far gone...)