Metus Deliverance
dark clouds and storms
fading stars
smell of dread
woes and cries
seas of blood
sulphur rain
turbulant air
trembling earth
the end of times
the end of days
now at the gates
who'll stay alive?
awed with the view
of bloody- red Sun
none will avoid
the forthcoming fire
lost in the dark
which veiled the Earth...
whispers around
cold fear inside
the end of times
the end of days
the wicked ones
will fall in flames
the end of times
the end of days
the Judge at the gates
the Deliverance
