The Prophecy

You must hear the prophecy
From envoys of Universe.
We'll say words without grief and sadness.
Hark! There's something we could see
In thy future that is cursed.
You shall pay the price for empty madness.

You'll hear the cry of burning sky.
It will be when you die!
And all thy deeds now are just memories in flames,
Which burn on world remains.

See their rotten dying souls
In the bodies of alive.
You can't save that world from ugly tyrants.
They may live, destroy the walls
By a heavy nature strike,
But again they'll sink in rage and violence.

You'll hear the cry of burning sky.
It will be when you die!
And all thy deeds now are just memories in flames,
Which burn on world remains.

You can't inspire me with fear!
And prophecy is just a kind of dream.
I don't believe you ghostly seer.
My way is strong I won't give in!

You'll hear the cry of burning sky.
It will be when you die!
And all thy deeds now are just memories in flames,
Which burn on world remains.



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Mikhailov, Marina Petrova
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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