
The Wrathful Prophecy V.04 - The War Scroll
[Verse 1] Speak, O prophet, my words declare, Inscribe them on paper, faithful and rare. Fear not those who speak against thee, For the unfaithful shall die, you'll see. [Chorus] Plagues upon the world I shall bring, Sword, famine, death, destruction's sting. Wickedness pollutes the earth's domain, Hurtful works fulfilled, unbridled disdain. [Verse 2] The innocent blood cries out to me, Souls of the just, their plea endlessly. I shall avenge them, their pain relieved, Innocent blood, by me received. [Bridge] My people led as a flock to the end, No dwelling in Egypt, I'll apprehend. With a mighty hand, I'll set them free, Plagues upon Egypt, they shall see. [Chorus] Mourn Egypt's land, foundations smitten, Blasting, hail, and fearful constellation. Woe to the world, destruction's near, Swords in hand, one people shall veer. [Verse 3] Sedition among men, kings they defy, Cities troubled, destruction is nigh. No pity for neighbors, destruction's pace, Lack of bread, great tribulation they'll face. [Bridge] Kings from the rising sun, south, and east, Shall turn against each other, battles unleashed. Just as they've done to my chosen ones, Recompense upon them, vengeance runs. [Chorus] Sinners won't be spared, commandments defied, From my sanctuary, children, abide. The plagues have come, the earth shall remain, For sins against God, no deliverance gained. [Verse 4] A vision from the east, fearsome and dread, Nations of dragons, the world filled with dread. Carmanians raging, like wild boars they charge, Wasting the Assyrians, their power large. [Bridge] Troubled and silent, they'll flee from the fray, The enemy besieging from Assyria's way. Clouds from the north, south, and east appear, Wrath and storm, terror draws near. [Chorus] The stars shall fall, swords and bloodshed, Fear and trembling on the earth widespread. Great storms from all directions, they'll come, Horrible stars, destruction's outcome. [Outro] Babylon besieged, dust and smoke rise, Destruction and death, her demise. Woe to Asia, her likeness to hate, Plagues sent upon her, a mournful fate. Glory dried up, as a flower's bloom, Mighty and lovers shall find no room. Their reward for whoredom, destruction they'll face, As they've done to the chosen, recompense in grace.

