Prophecies of a coming scenario lyrics

Of blood and skin they are made In blood they will die Haunted and skinned merciless None left to survive Die! Misanthropy's here to stay Human lives just cast away Final end of the human race Extermination without any grace Cities fall in ruin Cries fill the air Dying sets in Rest in despair A strange odour is in the air Blowing winds from everywhere Smell of suffer and of grief It's human decay what they breathe And when the prophecies come true The once blue sky turns into red When the scenario begins Immediately millions dead Loads of worthless human beings Drowned in their own blood Now millions of them are perished And their corpses left to rot Of blood and skin they are made In blood they will die Haunted and skinned merciless None left to survive