(The Visions of a False Prophet) [ When Satan's son is dead, castrated A dark gateway will be created The world will transform to a living HELL And will create the unholy shell ]
Where the skeleton hangs the body lies
As demons' hands reach for the skies
The life within now gone away
Tomorrow is a darker day
Joy to demons, joy to hell
Joy to those within the shell
The hatred is a joyous thing
And sorrow makes the church bells ring
The Tree of Life is grown with thorns
And sprout anew with little horns
The angels have abandoned flight
And there will be no morning light
Those who burn with holy fire
Will not reach their one desire
The happy dreams will not be filled
Let all the joyful ones be killed
The dark one sits on burning tower
The bright one feels his folding power
It seems now that the tide has turned
Let all the holy ones be burned
The world has now come to an end
This is it, it's over friend
©1996
Written By: Andrew Janeshek