Countdown Armageddon Category 5 storm shake like the Pentagon He opened his palm showed me the pentagram In his left hand and folded his arms He threatened the living dead with more bombs, plague, famine and war Asylum of songs, water spout columns, lightning rods Wars fought in the fog from afar on radar The eyes of Satan, false prophets translate God All day long, but translate wrong Continental plates transform, population forced into safe parts Language is lost, humanity abandons they hearts Insanity challenges mortality and rational thought I follow the occasional flash in the dark, back to the arch And crossover to a crumbled New York, you mumble and talk It's your fault, you fumbled the motherfucking ball I bet you had to spell check Melchizedek They warriors to the bone, they got bones to pick The armory sick, 50 cal 5 5 6 7 6 2 Rails and grips, everything fits I'ma ride with the giant Killah Priest from Maccabeez province, he will rule over the horizon For you peasants proselytizing about my remarkable timing The HRSMN will ride again Water sources become toxic from mortars and rockets The conscience come home in boxes, the unconscious recorded to watch it Mineral conflicts and industrial profits The Final Hour is upon us (Canibus) The morgue is buried underneath a mountain of corpses We set fire to them with torches, gargoyles vs the HRSMN Riviera regime reinforcements Cordless joysticks UAVs acquired the target Launch it, the killers confirm standing by for more orders The Final Hour is upon us The Final Hour is upon us The Final Hour is upon us