Prophets Of Prophecies

Ignite the underground. Since the beginning of time I watched as my temples crumble to the ground. So few of us left almost not enough to survive, still we push on and its the fight that keeps me alive. Passion in my heart, flames running through my veins, ignited by hate, love is the change. Thousands of us were shocked at the experience of this wave. I thought it was the night that scared me the most, but it only seem so calm when the wind stopped blowing. Can you hear your favorite sirens in the middle of the night? When it all comes back to life like a nightmare breathing in your air. Every pulse beating on this one single breath of oxygen. And a thousand voices with two thousand hands in the air and we are all holding torches marching too our graves. It was a landfill raised for destruction. Bodies littered with fallen leaves. As the rain fell harder, angels fell from the sky. Our eyes couldn't believe the sight. But we carry this torch now, we carry this fire made to burn this evil empire to the ground. Marched to our graves where we marched to the devils gate. Beheaded the slavery of hate that bound our souls down, cut these chains, free will is it? Free will we have at last. Our lives have changed, that was when you were born. Now our hearts beat harder than ever before and its the flame that holds the greatest power. Its the flame that picks you up from the floor. You wont remember this I'm sure... But it will forever live vividly in your dreams, you must open the door.