The Rising End (The First Prophecy)

Bombs rain down like heaven's tears

The earth shall die and disappear

And today, we wish the skies were grey

For now they're just black and empty

Ripped and turn from inside out

Things too dark to think about

No miracles

No bleeding hands

God has parted

And when the end, she comes

Rains down on everyone

Fire from the sky

And when the end, she rides

Breathing out suicide

Life and death are one

As a flame burns to touch the sky

So it shall be with man's cry

And this night all will pass away

And this night we shall die as one