A depiction of the lamb, the lion, deplorably portrayed.
The beast, the dragon, as in shadowy imagery,
Have the power to take away peace on earth.
The threshold's here as the sun turns black,
The moon red like blood and stars falling down.
Babylon falling, the last of the antagonistic battles,
The madman chained for a thousand of years.
Use your eyes and you will see it, bright and shining.
A moment of your time, a glimpse of your (brave) new world
Your revelation, in apocalyptic terms,
The hammer, separating fiction from reality.
Embrace the notion, embrace the moment.
Who are the ones to tell the truth,
Who are the ones to tell what to believe?
The depiction is therefore all you've got.Your revelation, in apocalyptic terms,
The hammer, separating fiction from reality.
Embrace the notion, embrace the moment.
Who are the ones to tell the truth,
Who are the ones to tell what to believe?
The hammer is mine, the revelation is yours.
Am I God or am I the Devil?
It's a comprehensible, yet complex, reality,
Because it means that when the past has caught up with the present,
We have no future.
