Apocalypse

The clock hits midnight and the world fully ignites The sky's walls fall as the Caller's call excites The mountains collapse as time lapses The buried surface and the surfaced are harried With the tribulations of the apocalypse. But as the world burns, a man from the ancients returns Rising in revolution and revolt, to the despots' concern Establishing a standing justice and a utopian city Settling ablaze the sinful committees And all things will end. The world lives its final day Fulfilling the prophecies the ancients convey And as the earth is crushed by the divine hand None should doubt that we will never stand As Judgment Day will have its right of way.