Pile up the Dead

It’s a day with no tomorrow

a point of no return

a time for endless sorrow

When the stars no longer burn

Ashes fill the heavens

Like unbidden rain

Cities turn to rubble

Under bombs with ironic names

Now you’re a bondman to that moment

A slave at destiny’s feet

We’re way past dreadful omens

Lucky if our hearts still beat

And you’ll fall into madness

If you try to understand

For what purpose we’re still standing

Upon this deserted land

Pile up the dead!

A scorching flash of light

Hit us without warning

A firestorm in the night

Oh, ooh

Pile up the dead!

We got no place to run

And we’ll be missed by no one

Under a hungry sun

A field of burned out bodies

There’s no one to be saved

What used to be a thriving town

Is now an open grave

A moment to remember

When night turned into day

It will stay with you for a hundred years

And from twenty miles away

Now you’re a bondman to that moment

a slave at destiny’s feet

We’re way past dreadful omens

Lucky if our hearts still beat

And you’ll fall into Madness

If you try to wrap your head

Around the fact that we’re still standing

Under the rising sun in red

Pile up the dead!

A scorching flash of light

Hit us without warning

A firestorm in the night

Oh, ooh!

Pile up the dead!

We got no place to run

And we’ll be missed by no one

Under a hungry sun

And you’ll fall into Madness

If you try to wrap your head

Around the fact that we’re still standing

Under the rising sun in red

Pile up the dead!

A scorching flash of light

Hit us without warning

A firestorm in the night

Oh, ooh!

Pile up the dead!

We got no place to run

And we’ll be missed by no one

Under a hungry sun

Pile up the dead

Under a dying sun

Pile up the dead