A century of ruins (Morta Skuld)

Our world glows with heaven's light A genocide of pain and strife A century in ruins The thousands gather Devouring of what they see Grasping for the first sign of release Deceived by their ignorance Greed of humanity torn of life Tearing grief in infinite sleep This world's endless voyage throughout eternity This dark age descends of the dreams Many are certain Perpetual ruins As your God turns from the world