Distant Signs

Prophecies from a time long since past Days of peace much too good to last Preachers speak of an eternal hell In a lake of fire we dwell...we will dwell! Books have been written of a madman's rise Hitler's reign led to millions demise Prophets spoke of a third world war A rage of nations never seen before Plagues to hate unknown to man While many find the promised land Others burn in the abyss No one can imagine this In ancient times kings spoke the words The prophets spoke of things unheard Now their dreams are coming true Is this the end for me and you? See our future land in our leader's hands Deny us our demands See what we're becoming Age of decay is showing Distant signs of sorrow Distant signs of sorrow... 7. Pools Of Blood See my victims - they like face down in pools of blood It was so easy - they offered themselves unto me Suffer! And pay the price As you drown in pools of blood In pools of... Blood is flowing in rivers fed by scarlet rain The storm unleashed - I lift my face to taste the pain They led worthless lives. They died by my hands Bear witness as the victim's family Mourns the loss of their only born Thirst for blood is growing stronger As I watch them die, I feel no sympathy I feel no sympathy... I feel no sympathy. I want to hear your screams... Hear you scream... As you drown in pools of blood... In pools of blood 8. Mark My Words With the new millennium we're told the final day will come But much as yet is still unclear As to what sort of death to fear But I must agree, I've seen the signs The ignorance, moral decline, the spiritual decadence I cannot help but feel we have no chance Do not think there is no hope to change the course we've set Our fate has not been sealed as yet But time is short, we must decide Do we want to live or shall we die? Destroy the land and burn the air As mother earth weeps in despair I'm of the mind that we must pay For these crimes committed every day Mark my words and realize With each hour the planet dies The time has come we cannot wait It's possible that tomorrow may be too late We see the future by looking to the past But the present's changing much too fats And every day may be our last... Mark my words And open up your eyes Look to the fading skies There lies our greatest threat And it must one day soon be met Mark my words The time is drawing near When we are forced to hear The cries of our despair For too few chose to care