Wings Of Eschaton

Rough colliding waves, forced to drown this world

By a raging bluster, in consequence of mankind’s guilt

With every further second, the ocean of unrest

Slops over, over and over, certain death

Colliding waves, forced to drown

Under the wings of eschaton

My pleasure

I don’t know how long I was yearning

For this era to come

This is the era of deliverance

I can see the void that lives inside myself

Written in every face

The void that livеs inside yourself

For this era to comе

I don’t know how long we were yearning

Until the terminal breath in human history

Until the last pulsation lapses into silence

The wings of eschaton will whip up the sea

To drown all of us in the ocean of unrest

The autopurification of the planet is irresistible

Welcome to the long awaited end, my pleasure

The end of the human race

Rough colliding waves, forced to drown this world

By a raging bluster, in consequence of mankind’s guilt

The wings of eschaton will whip up the sea