The Prophecy lyrics

Beneath the darkened skies The mist rolls over Cloaking everything, in a layer Abysmal shadows Slowly it consumes and destroys The low foreboding roar of the ground, slowly collapsing Foreshadows, a new age The Age of Man Creatures of power and the weak Destroyed by, the Shrine Midgard reborn, balance is restored Creatures, upright, dominate this new world To form and bend to their will Until the day comes, when balance must be restored The low foreboding roar of the ground, slowly collapsing Foreshadows, a new age The Age of Man This world will, once again Crumble the weight of this fading age