Wither on the Vine Lyrics

The desolate way of the coming race
Now bow down, rust incoming
Employ all dormant measures
Lunar eclipse or the ultimate risk
All that's sure is we're next
The collision approaching
This rain reduces the damned to plain saints

Fall down in haste
We have the revenant devoting its pain
These efforts are what we need

Cloak the essence of the judgmental country we illustrate
Forge the weapon of a public that conquers
This threat may obliterate
The second their eyes will be led astray
The carnage will orbit the cold

Do you repent coming down?
The end will come another time

The solace rings in my ears

Will you expect them to grow?
When time has no side