The gods their fallings,
Signaling doom for all mortals.
Their ever decline has brought upon their fall
Toppling down, beings thought to be immortal

The death of many same as the few
has no impact, we are all doomed
We're done, we're screwed, small as a shrew
Here comes the end as chaos bloomed

As we chew
There came the flash like a deathblow,
The death, painless and true
Such would be the end of all we know