Lyrics Doomsday, Inc. - Black Label Society

Holy and high, the engines start to grind
The shotgun speaks the final word
The race to the end, keep killing all that you can
Beneath the ground what can't be heard

Roads paved in flesh, the bombs which have been blessed
The blackout through the doom
The race to the end, keep killing all that you can
The casket which fills the room

Slither with the maggots and the worms below
Warped confusion, mental illness bestowed
An inward view, an outward pass is all you can see
Disillusioned warhead of reality

Gathered for the feast, the tables set for the deceased
How's the dead, no peace, no rest
The race to the end, keep killing all that you can
Doomsday calling till nothin's left