| HEAVEN'S LAMENT |
| Harken to the Bells, that Toll in twilight's gloom. Listen to the Harbringer, of mortalman's last doom. The Horseman ride at Gabriel's blow, The Reaper's scythe is set to sow. The Devil walks the Golden Path, and taunts our Sins in a hollow laugh. So Scream out young children, the end is nigh. Mothers, Daughters, Fathers cry... Weep not for Fear, for fear shall end. Rather Mourn the loss, Of Gods and Men... |
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| The Prophet of Tomorrow... |
| Harken thee onto My Words, Laugh at them not, Be Sure they're heard. Apocalypse is on it's Way, The Horseman Ride for Judgement Day. So Bow your Head, Say your prayers, For when they come, None be Spared. The Time is Nigh for the Trumpet's Ring, When Hail shall rain, as Lightning Stings. Now Hear me All, and Hear me Well, For if Ye Don't, Be bound for Hell. In Love can We have Hope for Good, So Love yourselves as well we should. Bring Peace to Man & Beast alike, But Do so Now, before the Strike. For Love to Grow You First Must Give, And Only then, Will All Sure Live... |
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