Sons of Darkness

These final days are upon us, these final days are upon us!
Is this the final judgement of our time? Will the end draw near?
Visions of the judgement of the dead, vespers of the dying rhetoric
Is this the eternal? Redemption forewarned, will the stars fall from the skies?
Visions of the lakes of fire, vespers of utter destruction
Persecutors of the holy, bring forth the beast
Cast out thy wicked, cast out thy sons of darkness
I awake thee!
And so it may be, a time of eternal redemption
Prospering in aeons of blasphemy, vespers of the purest idolatry
Upon the wicked, we shall rise
As the dead stand upon the throne
He shall now rule, the conqueror
He shall now rule, the cursed god
Persecutors of the holy, bring forth the beast
Cast out thy wicked, cast out thy sons of darkness
I awake thee!