Red Winter (Nausea)

as our last moment takes it's toll the madmen's wrath then unfolds everything crumbles on our heads we flee as the sky turns red the day will come when our houses burn the ice won't melt the world won't turn you'll just cry in hunger and thirst the day will come when the world will burst as our time drips slowly and our lives melt like wax we put our heads upon the block and give them to the axe.