Testo di The Final Procession

Towards the black mass of an ancient galaxy A funeral procession rides through realms of insanity Aeons pass them, in slow implosion Never to come back from the edge of reality Down the spiral roads the malignant priest is on his way Deceiving visions seduced their weary minds To leave the world behind, but they could not be fooled No crooked preacher could halt their heathen deeds No abject graveyard could keep their souls asleep Blessed by the deuce, their minds would never repose An ancient omen once foretold that the evil will return And all the sacred churches and temples will forever burn An ancient omen once foretold that the evil will enrol Once the wicked souls of the undead is buried in a black hole Six lightyears under, the ritual has begun Earth's final spin around the celestial pole is done Infernal fire, hotter than a thousand suns Devours our mother earth, now they have won Where right was wrong, a new black hole now is born