Treasure Island

Teddy temple


Symphony Of Destruction


In the hazy sky
Angels blow trumpets loudly
Letting out an exterminating melody
And everybody sway to the symphony of destruction

Mortal man in control
Waters down the walls of purity
In the name of respecting the 'gods'
In the end, cup of salvation is emptied

Seals will be opened with fury
And the demons on the winds
The wicked headed for hell
Where you can't walk straight smiling

From the demonic blowing winds
Plays symphony of destruction
The world bows to this tune
That results into rampage

Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 13, 2013

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About the end times; rise of anti-christ.The world follow orders blindly and have not discovered the truth.

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