prophecies are spoken in vain.
when death spells are cast,
joy and peace are finally overpast.

like whispers in the house of shadows is the new world disorder.

We heard the prophet speak
the curse of agony and fear.
We all wait expressionless,
death will always be the same.

death spells are cast!
joy and peace are finally overpast;
we're asking off from this Paradise of mirth.