Prediction

The silent one speaks to me about things that has to come

A natural progression, 'cos things they cannot be left undone

I need to talk to you, and you have to listen too!

Just a small piece of prediction, that we must simply go through

Great is the cry over Bosnia, when Ravennas monster sees the light

Across the Adriatic sea they come in millions and turns the day into night

A massive invasion from the east, the least that you expected to

Not enough power to hold back, when U.N.s crushed and NATO's through

Living in a dream, oh Europe so unaware

Of the ongoing scheme, soon under heavy warfare

Driving the enemy, across the sea, into Italy

Not one city will be spared, on the coastline, from Monaco to Sicily

The Vatican will be destroyed, and Pope John Paul will be no more

He tries to run away but he'll be captured, and killed outside Lyon on St.Lucy's day

The battle rages on into France, sweet Paris will be no more

Far into the future when it's over, the main town will be Avignon

Entire France is soon invaded, by anger and unholy hate

And it's gonna have to swear itself to be a Muslim state

The world stand and stare, they don't understand what's going on

Like the Bosnia affair, too late they saw what was wrong

Mass graves, slaughter, women raped every day

Chemical warfare, smell of bodies that decay

The world has never seen such cruelty before

Still something worse waits to open up the door

The Allies they attack from Belguim, Germany and Hungary

A massive strike of the British, in the Mediterranian sea

They drive them all the way back into those countries where they came from

Finally they have to pay for all the evil that they have done

Many years will have to pass before the ending of the tyranny

The destruction is simply so devastating, a continent will cease to be

Finally the Christian flag is risen in the city of Istanbul

The beast of the east will taste he's own medicine

And they themselves will be ruled