Lyric

Deep within my ears, the church bells toll

Slipping through the cracks of a waking dream

It was something so beautiful, yet so cold

A voice from the heavens—"A divine decree"

"Behold the end of mankind's foolish pride"

A single phrase that strikes right through my mind

What I was shown was a hell named "Tomorrow"

The earth ablaze, the oceans turned to blood

From high above, a silver rain of light falls down

Wiping out all life, leaving nothing but dust

I was forced to witness the worst apocalypse

A set-in-stone scenario ordained by God

To defy this fate is a sin we can't commit

"This is the rightful purging," a voice laughs from above

The helpless prayers of screaming people never reach the sky

The world accelerates towards its promised time to die

The people still live on, knowing nothing at all

Feeding on a fleeting peace that will soon be gone

If I speak of this prophecy, they will call me mad

Leaving me to tremble at the edge of the dark, alone

The finger of God has pulled the trigger of fate

Surging tidal waves, the shattered ground is torn

"It's not a punishment, but a cleansing of the slate"

A solemn melody washes over me, brainwashing my soul

The worst tomorrow is drawing closer now

The world collapses just as the oracle decreed

The common sense of yesterday, the warmth of love we found

Everything turns to ashes, returns to the void we see

My fingertips that tried to fight are frozen to the bone

Reduced to a mere spectator, waiting for the end alone

"Why did You show me this?!" I scream up to the sky

But all that returns is silence and a freezing gale

"You are the last storyteller left alive"

That curse-like revelation blinds my eyes with a flash of light

A lone bell tolls, distorted and slow

The sound of static, a rising hum

The heartbeat quickens, then fades to a whisper

A single, echoing, drawn-out drum

A final, tortured gasp, then silence falls

The world holds its breath, waiting for the last calls

I burn this darkest future deep into my eyes

And wait for the curtain to rise on God's dystopia

The beautiful bells of doom echo through my mind

As I gently close my eyelids to the end of the world

There is no escape, no place left to run

For the decree of God is a one-hundred-percent future

"...Let there be light. And return to nothingness."