A tale from ages behind
Prophecy carved on walls of flame
Elders of the land faraway
Passed onto children of today
It is a beginning of an end
Then all hierarchy shall be ruined
A single day of fate
Some would love, some would hate
Left and right
Will each wing stop arguing?
Will they hold each others hand
And start preparing?
The final ceremony eventually set the stage
And tiphareth, the mother of light calls forth an end
to the fragile age of life
We shall live in flame
Crucified in a maddening spin of fire
North shall be fallen into the South
Drowned and burned
all weaklings shall have before they say goodbye
It’s not six days of creation
It’s a single day of destruction
So what’s the point of relying
On what is never meant to be true?
Can we just grow some worry?
Won’t it be that we’ll feel sorry?
See, when we’re divided into two or three
Isn’t that we’re died already?
For arguing, for blaming
Pointing at each other and judge
Playing god with feet stepping on the land
Which we did never created
None have just think about this
Behind all the table you’re still too small
The spin itself is something you’d never understand
Until the day we’re shown the real end
Where mysteries uncovered along the morbid screams
Then the angels of death shall be very busy
Taking care of you, stupid mankind
Well, as for me I love to talk about the devil
Where is he when you are asleep?
Still he wanders by the time you awake?
He might be laughing now
Upon you fool’s debate
Because you never solve anything after
“Winter Solstice, the fall of the skeptics”
He is just into what they think is true
Who knows it when the sun would sail from the hell back to heaven?
Who would realize that the flame for your ashes
Has been set long since the devil born?
We’re thrashed and scattered
More, we are slaughtered and raped
By illusion and dreams
Making us dumb, blind, and deaf
Which lead us to the destruction from inside
That the destined moment will take place here in our souls
So that no one will know..
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