Sing to Me in Devastation

Twisted flesh encrusted ivory
Reaching skyward to the heavens.
Showing devastation
In the dawn of deathly day.

The Sun has lost the will,
As the rats begin to scurry,
The dogs lay rest upon the rubble,
In death's door we will wait.

Show me star dust from the skies,
That bestows upon us life,
Restores the mind of pleasant bliss,
For in Hell we have found our niche.

Bring me liquid euphoria,
That justifies our civil slaughter,
Takes away the weary pain,
Of unwavering dusted eyes.

Now softly sing to me I beg,
In these last few dwindling moments.
As the brimstones starts to fall,
In the dusk of deathly night.