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 'til nothin’s left