the throne of the beast will soon rise
from the core of this world coated by vise
as a judgement of lamb and goats
raging fire will occupy the space
raining thorns from place to place
and the sun seems to stop rising
blown by darkness that conquered everything
weird creatures will soon feed
for our flesh for their hunger need
the hunt for our souls will soon start
separating the demons and angels apart
it's prophecy 666 as it is written
the great one's solution for his own problem
were lambs are burned and goats are slayed
to estimate the ones true faith
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