The Prediction

Dark times have come
Unholy storms and a lighting sky
The air we’re breathing
Like rotten flesh
Grace is falling
Feathers are raining
The prediction
The fall of angels
The dark explores
The gift of heaven
And learn to fly above
Spirits will decay
The prediction’s rise
Spirits come undone
The prediction’s rise
Those who slumber in the surface
Will capture all at night
Those who sleep when it’s dark
Will be no more when it’s in broad daylight
The prediction
The fall of angels
The dark explores
The gift of heaven
And learn to fly above
And learn to fly above
Spirits will decay
The prediction’s rise
Spirits come undone
The prediction’s rise
Destination chaos
Gates of hell defrost
Daylight is dawning
Bloodmoon is shining
War drums sounding
Death is rising
So it shall be written
So it shall be done
Spirits will decay
The prediction’s rise
Spirits come undone
The prediction’s rise
Spirits will decay
Prediction’s rise