Where Is the Wrathful Sky

An hour of great contempt is upon us
The hour in which even our own lives
Have become abhorrent unto us

The gods we yet worship
Long since dead
Mock our servile existence
Our future is meaningless
Poverty, uncleanness
And despicable apathy

Where is the retribution?
Our inglorious doom
Inexorable, irrevocable
Shameful and mired in filth

Syzygy, syzygy
Syzygy, syzygy
Syzygy, syzygy
Syzygy, syzygy

Syzygy, syzygy
Syzygy, syzygy
Syzygy, syzygy
Syzygy

Where is the wrathful sky?
Where is the lightning
To strike down our wickedness?
Where is the frenzy
To release us from the hopelessness
With which we are infected?
Where is the wrathful sky
That will end our suffering?
Where is the wrathful sky?