The Prophet of Doom - Ektomorf

Aggression and hatred rise

Darkness falls, the innocents dies

Nation will kill a nation

Oppression, extermination

Dead bodies everywhere

Infected, deadly air

It’s all gone;

there’s nothing left

A bullet tears a hole in your chest

His time has come

The prophet of doom

Poverty and hunger kills

Invisible, evil disease

It’s on;

there is no way back

The water turns to black

Ther’s no place to hide

The whole world is going down

Blood moon rise, a bad omen

The gates of hell are wide open

His time has come

He’s loveless

His time has come

The prophet of doom

His time has come

He’s loveless

His time has come

The prophet of doom