“Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of Saint John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comp” Heinrich Heine
Although blind of my eyes
I can see
The darkness is near
It approaches
It is without form
But it is inexorable
In its march
It is here
And from that darkness
Will rise
A leader of the world
Bringing the world the promise
Peace is within reach
But the world is to pass
Under his hand
His words are clear
Enticing
Moving
But the peace they bring
Cannot last
We've killed the land
Committed a sort of suicide
The new apocalypse will come
Armageddon's already begun
The last will die
As will the first
The earth will be burnt
With hellish fire
Hotter than the sun
The curse will be born
Upon the earth
The wages of our sins
Beckon our birth
This generation will be the last
We are waiting
The end is near
The people are retaliating
Kings show fear
The one shows his wrath
The wars will begin
The end is here
And I wait
For the end is the beginning
The end shows our path
