Apocalyptic Prophecies

It just calls one night

For centuries to last

When water turns to blood

And wine to poison

Can you have been mentioned

Far up high

Dwell strangely in your soul

Condemned to improve

One thousand nights

There are no limits for the blood

That tears the grave from the sky

Torn to pieces and left to die

In a never-ending curse of death

As you pray, head to angel

A road up high

Unheeded, death

When angels weep their blood-red tears

The signs of Hades

Dark and chaste of blasphemy

The signs of Hades

Torn to time and left to fall

In a never-ending desert

And crows shall feed

On what they can find

Water turns to blood

And wine to poison

There are no limits for the omen

That rips from the sky

A time of death has come

There are no returns

When the reaper comes to one's soul

When the angels tread a road up high

When brothers fall

For throned empires

When black winds rage

And fire rapes the sky

It is the sign of Hades