The Profits of Doom.

 Un adelanto, un gusto o una sorpresa; lo que desen interpretar. De Type O Negative.


April 2029 the final time
The end my friend is not near
The hour in fact is quite hear
When the moon becomes red
To guide the living dead
This means God's turned his back on you
It's a Friday 13th of course
You won't live to see noon

I am a prophet of doom

So now the star has fallen
Washing away the seas
The seventh seal's been opened
It's raining your fears
Are you paranoid
The coming asteroid
Has got your name tattooed on it
This stone's called Apophis

It brings apocalypse
I am a prophet of doom

Speak the name of he
Created thee all to be
Which should not be spoken
No laws broken

Now life and love the stars above
Which fall upon the all that worship the beast
Influences ceased

My faith is an ember
Burning ever
Working towards a greater reward
Serving my lured

Built this home upon the rock
Not of the flock
But coming as a shepherd
Guarding his hear

My soul's on fire