Prophet of Doom

At the dusk of time
When the sands are run
Joy will sink with the crimson sun
As fear rises from the edge of the earth
At the last field of mortal combat
The sons of light do battle the fallen
Then will the tears of angels come falling
Hurling down like a thousand comets
For in that day all hope is dim
The age of man is undone and drawn
The ancient one will arise and caw
From the ninth circle of gehena smoke will rise
The hordes of the morning light shall visit death
And the earth will bleed and be shaken
The planets shall rethink and lose orbit
In the eye of the eagle souls arise
Fall the gates of purgatory as fell beasts pillage
The prophecies of grey prophets come alive
When man failed to heed warning
Alas the end is here at the rim of Armageddon
At the last trumpet when hope is slain
The seven shall come forth to do war
The arch sons of mighty Elohim
And they shall draw swords into the four winds
With fire they shall purge earth of death
the dragon will fall of the edge of the seas
Then will man know error in ways past
And love will reign supreme in new light
The sun will rise and birds will return to sing
When the earth is again born anew to begin a new circle.