Strap in, folks, because Trivium's bleak anthem is here to paint a picture where hope checks out and the apocalypse Airbnb is fully booked. This shredding spectacle tells us that war isn't just hell; it's an eternal void where everyone loses their security deposit on life itself. A zombified battlefield where aiming for the head is more sensible than filing taxes. Here, the living and the dead are locked in a tango fueled by flesh and despair, only to realize they've collectively botched humanity's grand finale. It's metal's way of saying, “You broke it, you bought it,” except you can't return a scorched Earth. #WarIsHell #EndOfDays #MetalWisdom
