Sounds of Light and Fury
Dark days press so close at hand,
A barren waste across the land.
The horsemen rear their fetid head,
Four men ride among the dead.
Eternal questions, no more fought.
The sins of Man have now been wrought.
No repentance found at hand,
The hourglass contains no more sand.
Silent echos, those chimes of fear
Red river springs from their tear.
No more prayers, no more offers,
Empty coin has filled the coffers.
Torn from heart and mind is soul,
Empty are the parts of the Hole.
For no more felt are the fires of Heaven,
As Hell's chill breeze has rose to leaven.
Now Time is done, no Savior seen.
'Tis the End of Days, no soul unclean.
Goodbye to cares, as well as worry,
Hearken soon the Sounds of Light and Fury.
End of Line.