Weh And The Bells Are Ringing Doom
Prophecy written in horrible rime. The witches are
burning the preachers this time. Scavengers feast on the
bloody remains. And the pillars of earth, all in ruins
are lain. Sacrificed, crucified, hate on display. As the
twilight of gods now is coming this way. And the nightsky
that held so much beauty before. It now holds the promise
of beauty no more. When our dreams are dying, and the
bells are ringing doom. Will you come with me, to the
great black sea. When the mist is rising, and the world
is laid to rest. We will go down deep, to eternal sleep.
Stone upon stone will be laid on our souls. As the bell
of damnation and terror now tolls. Corpses are piled and
the fires burn high. A dead eye see clear revelations
flash by. Master and servant let go of their lives. This
genocide no one can hope to survive. And the nightsky
that held so much beauty before. It now holds the promise
of beauty no more. When our faith is dying, and the bells
are ringing doom. Will you come with me, to the great
black sea. When the mist is rising, and the world is laid
to rest. We will go down deep, to eternal sleep.
