I am a fallen angel
and you...you are nothing
an echo of past repression
lost burdens of human existance
tragedy unknown befalls us
with it comes the seventh hour
the seventh horn , the worm
seven eyes of mass destruction
on nine black wings the devils pet
for in this hour Heaven itself opens
unto the willing hypocrites
yes..they will be judged first
the hound of Hell is fed
with a smile the devil reaps his harvest
hard work is done , as above so below
but the fury will not end for the damned
and on the hour of nine
the layer of earth will split
as Hell is torn asunder
those whose souls were taken raw
will rise above the place
and Heavens warmth will shine
on the repented
Copyright ©2002 Christophe