Holy Prophecies

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 promises
 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.

 Resurrection of sadistic
 Ways to show
 The weakness of our kingdom.

 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 angel's arrival
 Dead hope of wasted lives
 The house of God may fall.