2013 by Evan Mychal Smith Lyrics

beware the ides of march
capsizing a ship sailed, the lasting ark
lo and behold the pale horse and grim reaper
archetypal king of kings, the blonde and thin
Jesus

the rhetoric is evident of final days
as if we've approached and encroached on final
graves
Mayan words were twisted, turned
ancient scriptures ripped and burned

life goes on through hell and fire
without song from bells or choir
Satan's army flees and runs
God is us, the people won