In Accordance to Prophecy

The turning of the year precedes our fate,

An anagram to solve.

In everybody's ear I am coiling their will to withdraw.

Claim to know me.

Dare speak my name,

Aware that once exclaimed

I'll seek them out.

This ends tonight.

A wrong can make a right

If you can fake the wrong direction.

Confess your crimes.

They can't be justified

If your noble lips are constantly shut tight.

My mind can read what your eyes have seen.

I'll catch you while you sleep.

A cant can't save thee from the prophecy.

Claim to know me.

Dare speak my name,

Aware that once exclaimed

I'll seek them out

Again.

This ends tonight.

A wrong can make a right

If you can fake the wrong direction.

Confess your crimes.

They can't be justified

If your noble lips are constantly shut tight.

Claim to know me.

See this barren form I've cursed.

Take his life, and end your thirst.

Breathe in slowly.

I'll be sleeping sound tonight

When your eyes go red to white.

Keep your fucking lips sealed tight.

All your words can't justify your actions.

You're wasting your breath to whoever will listen,

But it's unyielding Death who needs the convincing.

- afm