Prognostic Of The Apocalypse

With brown sticky foliage
Element lashes the monument
Rusty cast-iron cross
Is falling down the earth

What can you see in grey skies
There’s only void in there
Foreshadow now the apocalypse!
The blessed nothingness!

For this world the hour will come - the burial
The waves must devour the moribund - to be born anew
For the heaven can't wait eternal
Can’t you hear the apocalypse manifest?!

The casket of world descends into deepness
The life circle flows the whirlwind of the rumbling oblivion
Declaring the abandonment of perpetual
The awoken abyss engulfs to spew the reborn again