HOLY PROPHECIES (the lost letters of dark age)
Lyrics: Jean Rothen / Music: Glory Opera
Truth isn't clear
Visions get lost in the haze
The darkness comes down, so near
Brave men fall, the madness waves.
As I see the children die
And the mothers that can't cry,
The fear grows on and on like fire inside me.
Sacred promisses
Words that were never heard,
Winds against the screams
The damned plague is here.
Harvesting lost lives
A sight that slowly kills the weak ones,
Smashing the believers
A piece of heaven is gone.
Prechorus
Ressurrection of sadistic ways to show
The weakness of our kingdom.
Chorus
Holy prophecies deteriorate in time
Lost in old cold boxes out of sight.
And now we don't know how to stop.
There's no limit for the pain and suffering
Prosperity is lost in past remains.
Against our faith
The lights becomes darkness
The beauty becomes ashes
There's no sunset, there's no dawn.
Face the sky,
Pray for the angels arrival
Dead hope of wasted lives
The house of God may fall.
Repeat Prechorus
Repeat Chorus
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