the prophet took one last look at the sky and felt the pain of all the hell that will come knife in hand and depression high too much to comprehend dreams of a psychic nature visions given to him by the gods death is his only savior for what will come, in the night
forget your dreams, forget just everything, plagued by the sickening curse that’s covered in shadows, drowning in battles of hell that can’t be won, this hell on earth will soon come, to a violent end, so it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye
he held his knife up to his wrist bowed his head, took a breath and cried the warm blood ran right through his fist too late to save himself his blood the ink to spread the word the message written to describe what he saw now all his cries will be heard of what will come in the night
forget your dreams, forget just everything, plagued by the sickening curse that’s covered in shadows, drowning in battles of hell that can’t be won, this hell on earth will soon come, to a violent end, so it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye
the body speaks to us, message written in blood the prophecies of the dead warn us that nothing is as it seems
take a look at your life, is it all a dream? don’t question the answers, all will die take a look to the sky, don’t be afraid you're not the only one, all will die tonight
forget your dreams, forget just everything, plagued by the sickening curse that’s covered in shadows, drowning in battles of hell that can’t be won, this hell on earth will soon come, to a violent end, so it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye
the body speaks to us, message written in blood the prophecies of the dead warn us that nothing is as it seems
the earth will rot, the sky will bleed the trees will burn, the wind will cease the sun will die, its core diseased the moon will fall, do you believe? the raining fire, is bloody red no hope for life, the world dead no one shall live, to see the end just like the prophet said
the hand of death will grab you, and drag you into hell the pits of fire open and burn you all alive master of pain is waiting to witness all the bleeding to sacrifice the innocent and to destroy and spill the blood
the body speaks to us, message written in blood the prophecies of the dead warn us that nothing is as it seems