Doomsday

A hum is heard, but not from the bass on the beat,

It’s the roar of seven churches crumbling.

Revelation to John, what awaits us all in the dark,

In the heavens, the bloody glow of the last days.

Brother against brother, wolf against wolf, each for themselves,

Truth forgotten, faith burned to ashes.

The world cries out in agony, heralding a new dawn.

But this dawn is but the flame of eternal evil.

(Chanting: Amen, amen, the Judge is coming)

The angels will sound the trumpet, the time is up, the end.

A black metal will be stamped upon the forehead.

Without it, you are a beggar, an outcast, you can neither buy nor sell.

(Chanting: Woe, woe to this city)

In the fiery hell, your soul will burn.

The dead will rise, the dust will clothe itself in flesh,

Each in their own body, to hold the answer.

Who managed to overcome the animal hunger within themselves,

And who was ready to give their soul to the devil for gold.

Six hundred and sixty‑six — the weight of the golden tribute,

The price for a well‑fed life in this realm of shadows.

You looked at the screens, you didn’t see the omens,

Now look into the eyes of the coming fires.

(Chant: Amen, amen, the Judge is coming)

The angels will sound the trumpet,