The Prophecy - Compos Mentis

We’re all trapped in diabolical madness

Battles are fought all around us

We just don’t know it yet but if you listen carefully

You will hear them cry out this two thousand-year-old prophecy

Roar again, my friend, the timing is now right

Darkness is upon us once more

And now we enter the final battle

Gather your soldiers and let the unholy army of the night roam the streets

So let us all prepare for this moment of truth

This moment of pure darkness

And let us laugh out loud when even the holiest of the holy ones

Those who have been spared

Are thrown to the ground and forced to submit to the learning of a new

universal monarch:

The third Antichrist

But remember:

At the great feast we will all be fed the remains of the holy ones

And our consciousness will reach the final level

Those who question the victories of the darkened souls

Won’t be forgiven like in the old ages

But instead they will be used as slaves working in the master’s cave

So beware even you who live as the darkest demon

Prophecies don’t always come true…

Roar again, my friend, the timing is now right

Darkness is upon us once more

And now we enter the final battle

Gather your soldiers and let the unholy army of the night roam the streets