When the Year Thousand that comes After Year Thousand begins A black and secret order Will have risen Its law will be of hate And its arm poison It will want always more gold And will spread its reign Over the earth Those who serve it will be bound To each other by a kiss of blood
Oracles It was written in blood Oracles, Holy Oracles They have drawn the future
The only law will be that which It dictates in the shadows It will sell the poison Even in the churches And the world will walk with The scorpion under its heel
Oracles It was written in blood Oracles, Holy Oracles They have drawn the future
Good men and the weak Will be submitted to its rule The Powerful will enter Its service
And the world will walk with The scorpion under its heel
Oracles It was written in blood Oracles, Holy Oracles They have drawn the future