Holy Prophecies

Truth isn't clear

Visions get lost in the haze

The darkness comes down, so near

Brave men fall, the madness waves.

As I see the children die

And the mothers that can't cry,The fear grows on

And on like fire inside me.

Sacred promises

Words that were never heard,

Winds against the screams

The damned plague is here.

Harvesting lost lives

A sight that slowly kills

The weak ones,

Smashing the believers

A piece of heaven is gone.

Resurrection of sadistic

Ways to show

The weakness of our kingdom.

Holy prophecies deteriorate in time

Lost in old cold boxes out of sight.

And now we don't know how to stop.

There's no limit for the pain and suffering

Prosperity is lost in past remains.

Against our faith

The lights becomes darkness

The beauty becomes ashes

There's no sunset, there's no dawn

Face the sky,

Pray for the angel's arrival

Dead hope of wasted lives

The house of God may fall.