Mars

In the future, there will be no war The loneliness outside And the stones cry out for mercy Will they see the Lord The prophecy grows sight As it is written I am the God of war I reside in every creature Dispose of the future Or put away your sword Until the future There will only be war The ugliness inside And after all the devastation Will we see the Lord As it is written I am the future I am the God of war I reside in every creature Dispose of the future Or put away your sword