I am the prophet of the end of days*

I was there at the birth of man
And I shall dig your shallow grave
A light is in the air with the sounds of war


No more autumn leaves drifting upon the air
Nor winter frost the ground to make bare

Nought but cannibal sun and corroding sand
Such is my vision
Your fate is written in stone

An ark you may construct
Only to see it swallowed by the Earth
And carried to the deepest of hells


All hope is lost
In the shadows of fate

Grasp thy sword and curse the sea
As the rising tide draws ever closer


Ye idle man, my words you did not heed
Shall see your world sundered as a raft amidst the storm


All hope is lost
In the shadows of fate
Grasp thy sword and curse the sea

As the rising tide draws ever closer

All hope is lost

In the shadows of fate
Grasp thy sword and curse the sea
As the rising tide draws ever closer


This is a season - a season of tears
Embrace the winds - embrace winds of war