Will Be Done

Mountains crumble.
The Titans stumble to hell.
Victorious gods.
Immortal frauds cannot fail.
As they rebuild
the world they have killed
they know its future that cannot foretell.
The pain they feel is that his will be done;
Their glory gone, it passes to no one.

Men of iron
hear the sirens of fear.
Corrupted power
shows that the hour is near.
And as they discover
that they can't recover
they do not even ask themselves why.
The pain they feel is that his will be done;
Their glory gone, it passes to no one.

No one knows where they are going,
all are blind, all unknowing;
pressure growing, signs are showing;
can't you see, why can't you feel
that soon his will be done!

His will be done.
Their world has begun to die.
Hopeless healer
tries to conceal its demise.
And as they decay,
their sins holding sway,
His will again wipes the globe clear.
The pain he feels is that his will be done.
His glory gone, he passes it to no one.