Prelude To The Oracle

A black cloud covers the night
I hear not a sound
I see not a light
Bodies on bodies (so cold with) their empty eyes, left unburied, waiting to be burned.

Fire on the filthy death is the only light that I can see
No sign of life
Just the smell of death
No sign of breath
The line of the dead.

Death after death
Impending demise
Fire after fire
Unwelcome demise
Death after death
Millions of bodies lie
Fire after fire
With hopeless cries.

Invisible shadows everywhere
Raping and reaping the souls of millions
Millions of demises and hopeless cries.

(With) their sharpened scythes, another dies
The filth once alive
Left and shunned
Cold and silent
Hunted and preyed
To the dark we'll all be sent.

Burn the funeral fire high
Burn it higher to the sky
Burn the funeral fire, burn it up higher
As bright as the sun for which we yearn
Burn the funeral fire burn!
Burn it higher till (their) return!
Burn the funeral fire, burn it up higher
But I know that I will wait for my turn
Why should I?

A Black cloud covers the night
I hear not a sound or see not a light,
Bodies on bodies (so cold with) their empty eyes
Left unburied, waiting to be burned
No more place to bury the sorrow
In our sight (only) the fear to follow
For us, the cursed, in this hell, there'll be no tomorrow.