Prophecies from a time long since past
Days of peace much too good to last
Preachers speak of an eternal hell
In a lake of fire we dwell...we will dwell!
Books have been written of a madman's rise
Hitler's reign led to millions demise
Prophets spoke of a third world war
A rage of nations never seen before
Plagues to hate unknown to man
While many find the promised land
Others burn in the abyss
No one can imagine this
In ancient times kings spoke the words
The prophets spoke of things unheard
Now their dreams are coming true
Is this the end for me and you?
See our future land in our leader's hands
Deny us our demands
See what we're becoming
Age of decay is showing
Distant signs of sorrow
Distant signs of sorrow...
7. Pools Of Blood
See my victims - they like face down in pools of blood
It was so easy - they offered themselves unto me
Suffer! And pay the price
As you drown in pools of blood
In pools of...
Blood is flowing in rivers fed by scarlet rain
The storm unleashed - I lift my face to taste the pain
They led worthless lives. They died by my hands
Bear witness as the victim's family
Mourns the loss of their only born
Thirst for blood is growing stronger
As I watch them die, I feel no sympathy
I feel no sympathy...
I feel no sympathy. I want to hear your screams...
Hear you scream...
As you drown in pools of blood...
In pools of blood
8. Mark My Words
With the new millennium we're told the final day will come
But much as yet is still unclear
As to what sort of death to fear
But I must agree, I've seen the signs
The ignorance, moral decline, the spiritual decadence
I cannot help but feel we have no chance
Do not think there is no hope to change the course we've set
Our fate has not been sealed as yet
But time is short, we must decide
Do we want to live or shall we die?
Destroy the land and burn the air
As mother earth weeps in despair
I'm of the mind that we must pay
For these crimes committed every day
Mark my words and realize
With each hour the planet dies
The time has come we cannot wait
It's possible that tomorrow may be too late
We see the future by looking to the past
But the present's changing much too fats
And every day may be our last...
Mark my words
And open up your eyes
Look to the fading skies
There lies our greatest threat
And it must one day soon be met
Mark my words
The time is drawing near
When we are forced to hear
The cries of our despair
For too few chose to care