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The heavens darken and begin to frown
Their voice is thunder as rain comes down.
The wind takes a deep shuddering breath,
As from a distance sounds the horn of Death.
The heavens continue to weep and wail;
As I begin to hear the staccato tap of frozen hail.
Some claim the world ends in fire, others say ice;
In the distance I hear the rattle of dice.
As cosmic beings wager with stakes beyond ken
Of lesser creatures such as mortal men.
Should they end it all now, or let pass another day?
The odds are even, so let the dice say!
The rumble of thunder as the cosmic die roll;
As they wager with mankind's eternal soul.
Perhaps it all ends, perhaps it rolls on;
Either way, mankind is destiny's pawn.
Their voice is thunder as rain comes down.
The wind takes a deep shuddering breath,
As from a distance sounds the horn of Death.
The heavens continue to weep and wail;
As I begin to hear the staccato tap of frozen hail.
Some claim the world ends in fire, others say ice;
In the distance I hear the rattle of dice.
As cosmic beings wager with stakes beyond ken
Of lesser creatures such as mortal men.
Should they end it all now, or let pass another day?
The odds are even, so let the dice say!
The rumble of thunder as the cosmic die roll;
As they wager with mankind's eternal soul.
Perhaps it all ends, perhaps it rolls on;
Either way, mankind is destiny's pawn.
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Destiny`s Pawn
Destiny`s Pawn