Verloren - Prophecy Of The World Aflame Şarkı Sözleri

Hear the trumpets of the Apocalypse!
Time has come to head for the subterrain
Deseases leaking from shallow graves
Infecting the air with sickness and stench

Winds of misery I call on thee
Spread the newly arisen pestilence
Harvest the souls of the weak
And lead them to oblivion

See them all falling to their knees
Praying to their gods for absolution
Begging to enter utopia…
Morphine for the rabble…

I've seen the prophecy of this world
Aflame! As it was foretold…
Beautifull sight, the herd failing to excist…
Victims of their own sins…

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Death
They are death
The instincts of men
Once the highest life-form
Now a pathetic creature…
Devoured by itself…

The predator
has lost his claws
His fire is extinguished
His mind raped…
It longs for peace

The wolves
Have all become sheep
Worshipping a shepard
That propagates their decay

I can smell their fear
Sence their shiver
The last breath
Of what once was

Crushed like insects
At the rise of a new race
Hear the hyperborean horde
Sound their bells of doom!