Prophet Of The End

Stupid you are

And went to far

We know, how human race will die

Big flaming sword of doom will split the sky

Will be too late

To change your fate

And there will be nowhere to run

In July of Two Thousand Sixty-One

In the sky you will see

Prophet of the end

You will know it's the time

For the human race to bend

I will tell you where we are from

There will be no time left to cry

When prophet of the end will come

Earth will die

But you still have time to change your fate

What will happen, depends of you

You need to forget about your hate

You have to

To give you earth

It was a mistake

So wonderful was our aim

From Zeta Reticuli we here came

Now I will leave

Better believe:

We're no demons, we're creators

Of foolish human race inventors

In the sky you will see

Prophet of the end

You will know it's the time

For the human race to bend