Prophet Of Chaos

There will be a day
When evilness will triumph over goodness
The hatred will travel
Aboard beasts guided by moralists

The end has begun
It will be slow and cruel
There will be no weapons
And won’t have a final blow

Demons already seek these orders
Already put the idiots in their bags
They pretend to be lambs
And you believe, sucks

The deaths won’t be by thirsty
The deaths won’t be by hungry
Also won’t be by lack of trees
Neither heating by heat of hell

The prophet of chaos
Says that no one will survive
And you’ll become pale
Just the skin and bones

The prophet of chaos
Never missed a prophecy
Hey, motherfuckers
You’ll be the first to die

Fire, guns, murders?
Wreck, ravage, misery?
No. It shall not be so
The second beast is clothed with the lamb

There will be an antichrist
He is the son of the devil
And we’ll be deceivers of the prophet
We will delude people in words of love

The prophet of chaos
Says that no one will survive
And you’ll become pale
Just the skin and bones

The prophet of chaos
Never missed a prophecy
Hey, motherfuckers
You’ll be the first to die

Now the war will begin
Men will kill men
Everybody will be destroyed
And the beast is already a spectator