Pestilence plagues the realm of man
Disease spreads wings across the land
Famine rides wild, extinction is at hand
The hand of doom on our graves pours sand
None of this matters to me
All that matters is that she’s gone
Spring arrives in the grandest fashion
Young hearts rustle with temptation
With petals that bloom love comes around
Birds of heaven of delight make sounds
All of this passes by me
All that matters is that she’s gone
Across all frontiers war rages on
No end in sight to planned annihilation
Creatures of divine with each dawn are slain
Evil prevails all across the mortal plains
It is immaterial to me
All that matters is that she’s gone
Amidst the pandemonium, chaos and death
Astonishing is the stand of Man’s faith
All scars are erased as time goes by
The powers that be make way for new life
None of it makes me happy
All that matters is that she’s gone
