Too Late

The nights are dying,
The days are no more,
Fate is decided,
Extinction on its core.

The land under,
Cracking to release,
The Hell-hounds shall rise,
Fragile, human existence shall cease.

From the grim skies,
Rain the drops of raging fire,
Midas's burning touch,
Ending greed, lust and desire.

No Savior will come forth,
Prayers won't help,
None to console,
They will scream, shout, shriek, yelp.

Mother would take her wrath,
End the never-ending sins,
They will repent for their crimes,
There will be no scapegoats, no one to pin.