A two thousand year old prophecy

Has come to serve time in redemption

Poisonous clouds made by human hands

Will sink down exterminating every living thing

Violent alterations in weather patterns

Will call upon the elements of the armaggedon

Fire will leap forth on to the forest

Wrapping all in a winding sheet of flame

The sea will heave itself beyond the bounds

Engulfing the mighty cities that are left

Skies will stretch opening the earth

All man made progress enlisted for extermination

Day band night will merge into one fire

One barren shapeless mass to come

Our mother so heavy upon it's guilt of rebellion

Falls never to rise again



No more pain... The epitaph