1 Corinthians 10:20, 21

1 night, tonight, 10:20 pm and 21 seconds past
Can you see him now? He's of an unearthly caste
Oh desolate Heaven, in awe, let Jehovah witness
Rapt by the dark alluring of this Allhallows sickness
In the macabre dancing flames of the pumpkin heads
Nothing's alive, but fear and where our insanity treads
Taking us to the black mass altar, to await the demon
He who rises from the inferno, he is Hell's Amaymon
In Corinthian fables, with the unholy, we cannot sup
And come Allhallows, there can only be Jehovah's cup
Now's the time to turn our backs on the witches spells
Something evil's calling though and in darkness dwells

Secular Ways

They say he parted the waters and guided them through

But the righteous path was fictitious and they hadn't a clue

For his story was thereafter, but now we're dying in waves

As, under a crescent, we cross a Dead Sea of watery graves

It was an imaginary scenario, for nothing is planned

For ours is the desert, juxtaposed to an eternity of sand

And we're still killing each other in an ideological war

For the indoctrinated are unrestrained like never before

But they say we're lost and abandoned in our secular ways

Although we're bearing their cross until the end of our days

So let's follow them to the sea and observe at close quarters

And let them show us the true way, by parting the waters

Smoking Ruins

It's all gone, it's lost, all that's left is the obliteration of our smoking ruins

And those flames that raged high to the sky and the moon and the stars

They were doused, as we hid away from reality, in subterranean shelters

Though we eventually came up to breathe, the atmosphere was charred

We choked on the toxicity of the fallout and the ire of our bile for awhile

As our world crumbled like delusional effigies, that were burnt to ashes

Now it's all gone and there's only the shuffling of feet through dead embers

And as the acid rain falls on our smoking ruins, only the pain is remembered