Thy Visionary

Black visions of damnation I foresee Revealed into a mirror on the wall Disaster and life’s scarcity Starvation, Death, Pestilence and War These knights of the apocalypse Alleged the beginning of the end Slight are the escape alternatives They’ve got the world depressed between their hands Visions of final judgment now I see Psychanalytique syndrome of “fin de siècle“ The earth became a vast cemetery a New third Reich, a great final battle On the air the aura of death Monstrous machines dominate the ground Poisoned clouds covered the sky Human race never again will be found ”Arrived from a distant land At the extremity of the heavens The lord and the tools of his furor to devastate the earth (...) All those whom been found shall die pierced by the sword Their sons will be massacred before their eyes The women raped, the houses will be sacked (...) Those whom run away from the terror will fall into a pit And the one whom escape the pit shall be tied up in a bow The highest floodgates will open and the groundwork’s on the earth shall collapse...” [Isaiah 13:5, 9 & 20] ...We shall collapse! Feel the mayhem’s influence... Abominable’s what I see The Armageddon raw and naked After a last genocide’s passage All shapes are now forgotten Clouds of dust, raining fire Overexcited “Dies Irae“ These are the final days for mankind Something we shan’t delay I am thy visionary...