Goodbye cruel world...



Of this shape, a star of five

Also applies to the one with six sides

Against the sun and against the moon

I warn you that these two combined

Will bring man's doom

Of ten horns and seven heads

Count your fingers and the continents

On your head or in your right hand

This new moral code that the media commands



Believe not in their clever words

Because faith enacted are the loudest heard

All these things I say are true

Understood sadly by a chosen few...you



April 2-0-2-9, the final time

The end, my friend, in not near the hour, in fact is quite here

When the moon becomes red to guide the living dead

This means God's turned his back on you

It's a Friday the 13th, of course you won't live to see noon



I am a prophet of doom

I am the profit of doom



So now the star has fallen, washing away the seas

The seventh seal's now opened, it's raining your fears

Are you paranoid

The coming asteroid has got your name tattooed on it

This stone's called Apophis, it brings Apocalypse



I am a prophet of doom

I am the profit of doom



Speak the name of He created thee all to be

Which should not be spoken

No laws broken



Now life and love, the stars above

Which fall upon thee all that worship the beast

Influence ceased



My soul's on fire



My faith is an ember, burning ever

Working towards a greater reward

Serving my lord



Built his home upon the rock

Not of the flock, but coming as a shepherd

Guarding his herd



My soul's on fire