Prophocalypse
As paradise falls a red sun will rise on the crimson sky!
Fear will strike and he who lay judgment shall descend
Secrets left untold as to the reason, know this!
Derangement; Bonds breaking free.
A carpet burgundy painted with blood of the condemned
Tranquil is all there is, not a sound of a whisper is heard
Uprising; Soul survivors ascend.
The singer of songs will burst out in sonnets of the heart
And that is the very essence of the secret left untold to thee
As paradise falls a red sun will rise on the crimson sky!