The hour of dread
wanes near to thee.
None of the doomed
shall escape or go free.
.

A wickedness comes;
served swift, sour and cold.
There'll be no glorious
tales to be told.
.

The dark side of heaven
has aligned this millennial.
Plus 4 score and 7 seals
broken by sentinels.
.

The book with the sixes
has beckoned the beast.
Now the oceans run over
the lands west to east.
.

Blood rains down
from the sky
with deaths thunder.
Rended bodies all torn and asunder.
.

Sinners and saints
will each wonder why
the sun has been blotted
out from the sky.
.

NO second chances;
NO spells to be cast.
NO flipping the sands,
of that black hourglass.
.

No prayers will save them
from ultimate doom,
unable to place those plagues
back in their tomb.
.

The book with the sixes
has been read by a priest,
Only reckoning the wrath
of the three headed beast.
.

ONE that breaths fire.
ONE with a horn.
ONE with the face
of the savior unborn.
.

When the seas knock the mountains
all down from their height
the memory of daytime
gets cast to the night.
.

Then evil prevails
for six hundred plus years,
'til there's nothing to eat
but black sand and your fears.
.

So go now quickly
and dig up your friend.
Life is so sickly
now you've met
your DEAD END.