From the album "What The Mind Perceives"   The prophet  Took one last look at the sky  And felt the pain of all the hell that will come  Knife in hand and depression high  Too much to comprehend  Dreams of a psychic nature  Visions given to him by the gods  Death is his only savior  For what will come, in the night     Forget your dreams, forget just everything,  Plagued by the sickening curse that's  Covered in shadows, drowning in battles  Of hell that can't be won, this hell on earth  Will soon come, to a violent end,  So it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye     He held his knife up to his wrist  Bowed his head, took a breath and cried  The warm blood ran right through his fist  Too late to save himself  His blood the ink to spread the word  The message written to describe what he saw  Now all his cries will be heard  Of what will come in the night     Forget your dreams, forget just everything,  Plagued by the sickening curse that's  Covered in shadows, drowning in battles  Of hell that can't be won, this hell on earth  Will soon come, to a violent end,  So it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye     The body speaks to us,  Message written in blood   The prophecies of the dead warn us  That nothing is as it seems     Take a look at your life, is it all a dream?  Don't question the answers, all will die  Take a look to the sky, don't be afraid you're   Not the only one, all will die tonight     Forget your dreams, forget just everything,  Plagued by the sickening curse that's  Covered in shadows, drowning in battles  Of hell that can't be won, this hell on earth  Will soon come, to a violent end,  So it's time to give up, and kiss this world goodbye     The body speaks to us,  Message written in blood   The prophecies of the dead warn us  That nothing is as it seems     The earth will rot, the sky will bleed  The trees will burn, the wind will cease  The sun will die, it's core diseased  The moon will fall, do you believe?   The raining fire, is bloody red  No hope for life, the world dead  No one shall live, to see the end  Just like the prophet said     The hand of death will grab you,  And drag you into hell  The pits of fire open  And burn you all alive  Master of pain is waiting  To witness all the bleeding  To sacrifice the innocent  And to destroy and spill the blood     The body speaks to us,  Message written in blood   The prophecies of the dead warn us  That nothing is as it seems