The End of the Age

You were born of perdition
Clothed in homicide
What you call your confidence
Is just your foolish pride
Your heart is full of evil
You will burn in hell
and as for all your riches
No one can ever tell

--The end of the age is coming
The time of the changing is near
The drums of the battle are drumming
The time for redemption is here--

Your hateful disposition
Is something I despise
And all your affirmations
Are evil in disguise
The enemy of love
A miserable disgrace
you make your self a prophet
of the trouble in this place

Lies are your religion
Confusion what You say
Imitating freedom
deceitful is your way
Trading precious love and care
for trouble and demise
your evil liberation
is just a bunch of lies