Apocalypse

The Angel cries one last time
His tears go down to the earth
He screams and makes thunder
Like a storm in his last breath

The king feels the danger
And goes down on his knees
He prays for his life
He can't believe on what he'd seen

Kingdoms are falling
Cities are in flames
The sun is painted in red
With the blood of an angel without name

The Cicle of waters
Is out of its course
This is the first signal
Four spirits in black horses

People are running to the death
Trying to save their lives
See the fall of their sons
See the death of their wives

This is the end of an era
Poets and their verses
This is the end of time
This is the end of universe.