The Prophecy Unfolds - Detonation

I have foreseen the conspiracy of the next confrontation

Decapitated bodies, abandoned lives

But yet not all is what it seems

The prophecy unfolds.

Our time will come

The prophecy unfolds

Shapeless being, filled with lies

Your presence is creating blood-shaped skies.

Defeated on our own ground

As if filthy slime always darkened our lives

There’s still no solution found

But to tolerate and await the prophecy.

«Pay for your share in this crime

You shall repent, when the first light regains its strength»

Be gone!

Do I deserve to be distracted?

Be gone!

I am not yet on my knees.

Behold my becoming

Leave with nothing, suffer from shame

Behold my becoming

Admit your failure and leave no stain.