Predicting The Death

Everything begins when be has beautiful visions
As a happen and equality world
He saw the end of the life, too
How in the wink of eyes
Everything turns
Into flame in his soul

Everything turns red
The happiness became
In desperation
The prophet himself
Blinded for the flames of the reality

Predicting the death
Agony and desperation
Predicting the end
I don't see hope
Your body contorting flames
Remain blood ashes of your pretty past

The prophet doing your prophecy
He's finished
Blinded by reality of your cruel
Future
Living painfully in eternal darkness