A Prófécia

It came with a storm
Blinding flashes of lightning
The Furious Gods'
Punishment upon the Earth
Our sins are so numerous
Nothing can help us now
The final judgement
Is close at hand indeed

In the Prophecy all comes to an end
The Prophet is dead, his soul yet lives
Will we get to carry on?
It was written long ago
Our lives are full of sin
The bells toll for us now

He came into our midst in violent anger
The God of Destruction
The King of the Seas
The Price of Storms
The seer has foretold
That the day would come
When the Earth is swallowed by fire
And nothing remains



Credits
Writer(s): Károly Szaládi
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