THE PROPHECY

AT THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN TWO MIGHTY RIVERS CONVERGE THERE IT’S A QUIET, SLEEPY TOWN WHERE A SPECTRE HAUNTS THE HILLS A DARK OMEN OF THE END UNFURLS HIS GREAT BLACK WINGS AGAINST A SILVERY MOON CASTING SOMBER SILHOUETTES HE GAZED UPON THE WRECKAGE AS LIFE’S LAST LIGHT IS STOLEN A SUNKEN GRAVE MARKS THEIR FATE CALAMITY, DISASTER THE TWISTED STEEL COLLAPSES THE LAST GASPS OF DYING LIPS CHOKED OUT WITH AN ICE COLD GRIP CORPSES SINK BELOW THE WAVES IT CIRCLES THE SKY ABOVE THEM HARBINGER OF ABSOLUTION VULTURES DRAW. TO THE SCENT OF DEATH AND MANKIND’S FINAL DESTRUCTION