The Apocalypse

When the empiric comes
from the dusty cave,
Full of sin, delusions,
and honest people he slays
Then Jesus comes out from high
to show the real,
He brings us all to faith,
and to our hearts he appeals
We turn from black to white,
from vice to virtue
And we drink from
the well of innocence and forgiveness,
Then, the sky turns pale
when everything goes on its way,
Leaving us in awe, in fear,
in trepidation in this Day
Gog and Magog rise like limbo,
eating everything could be
They ruin, destroy, dilapidate,
and kill the living and dead,
The show gets worse and worse
as the creature rises up the hill,
It gives a sign for each one was pure
and didn't roast in hell,
The smoke fills the throats
and minds, after all,
To tell us about the eclipse
that turns three times,
We call, " the fire's everywhere, where to go!"
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!!
The big voice is heard,
it's Asra time- to go on,
The deeds are ready;
the king comes to see,
What we did before,
why we didn't plea?,
We tear, I tear, you tear of fear,
Just then you'll know,
the Apocalypse shall grow,
The mortal…no more!!
And the living dead will stand,
on the same eternal sand,
Gazing at the light of the one,
who raises with no finger…the sun