Armageddon: Prelude

The darkest hour sprouted like a flower Like the gold at the end of the rainbow The scent became overwrought with power And the air cold as the winter snow And yet remained All senses somehow lucid Visions of the dark side arising so clearly Power's rank stench grew more putrid And we cried for our lives so dearly Puissance soared like the eagle daring Ready to strike at the time that's right Eyes of the Machiavellian blackness staring Insatiably waiting to devour the light Armageddon draws closer to the sky The clouds' premonition await for the sign. Dark are the eyes of the witch Whose sortilege awaits to be said Binding doom to come from that which Shall not be named until it's dead Transylvanian nightfall spreads like the cloak And the sun became impossible to sight For the words of the witch who spoke Spread like fire, like a plague of might Death and the shadows became our companions In the sign of a silent sound Eclipsing the stars were the angel's dominions That began crumbling to the ground And this tale shall end as it began An elegy to the effigy, The fall of man.