Texty: Aztec Jade. Concrete Eden. The Final Hour.

Open my eyes see the fires in the distance
Open my ears hear the cries in the night
Madness has found this city at last
The day of judgement has fmally arrived

Raise your heads to the light
And we have not seen the last sunrise
Read the words one more time
That no one shall know the final hour

Prophets theorize
When the word will end
They created the end
In their own heads

Twisting lines of holy words
Into words of holy war
Faith has turned into escape
A self fulfilling prophecy