Incarnia - Festivals Of Atonement lyrics

I am the prophet of the end of days I was there at the birth of man And I shall dig your shallow grave A light is in the air with the sounds of war No more autumn leaves drifting upon the air Nor winter frost the ground to make bare Nought but cannibal sun and corroding sand Such is my vision Your fate is written in stone An ark you may construct Only to see it swallowed by the Earth And carried to the deepest of hells All hope is lost In the shadows of fate Grasp thy sword and curse the sea As the rising tide draws ever closer Ye idle man, my words you did not heed Shall see your world sundered as a raft amidst the storm All hope is lost In the shadows of fate Grasp thy sword and curse the sea As the rising tide draws ever closer All hope is lost In the shadows of fate Grasp thy sword and curse the sea As the rising tide draws ever closer This is a season - a season of tears Embrace the winds - embrace winds of war