HOLY PROPHECIES (the lost letters of dark age) Lyrics: Jean Rothen / Music: Glory Opera
Truth isn't clear Visions get lost in the haze The darkness comes down, so near Brave men fall, the madness waves.
As I see the children die And the mothers that can't cry, The fear grows on and on like fire inside me.
Sacred promisses Words that were never heard, Winds against the screams The damned plague is here.
Harvesting lost lives A sight that slowly kills the weak ones, Smashing the believers A piece of heaven is gone.
Prechorus Ressurrection of sadistic ways to show The weakness of our kingdom.
Chorus Holy prophecies deteriorate in time Lost in old cold boxes out of sight. And now we don't know how to stop. There's no limit for the pain and suffering Prosperity is lost in past remains.
Against our faith The lights becomes darkness The beauty becomes ashes There's no sunset, there's no dawn.
Face the sky, Pray for the angels arrival Dead hope of wasted lives The house of God may fall.