Surrounded with glory, they
shall come and announce
a great Lord, a man of
great powers, a man that
can do no harm, a man
who can comfort, each
pain, each lonely heart,
a man who shall stand out
side the bushes, waiting
for your beckoning call..
Who is that man that stands
near by, if you may need a
helping hand? Who is this
man with love that is opened
to everyone? Who is this
true master of our heart?
Questions of your heart scream
out, needing answers, blank
faces on guard, amazed, uncaring,
individuals of dusty deeds, peels
away the mask of temptation..
Come follow, the end is close, storms,
unwind with rage, universal march,
begins the day, of six hundred and sixty
six men fly above the clouds before
the light of dawn...
Labeled and shot for criminal destruction,
masters shoot up forward, capturing
and caging all who won't believe the
masters words, if you don't follow, you
will weep a million tears and shed
a million hurts, and lose a million
mortal soul...
