Shadows crawl beneath the sun, Iron skies, no place to run. Preachers lie in gilded halls, As prophets laugh and empires fall. Smoke and steel beneath our feet, Truth is dead in the noise and heat. Blind men lead with poison tongues, Marching drums for the end begun. Hear the bells of the end, they're calling, In the ash, the world is falling. No more gods, no more kings, Only silence judgment brings. Gold and greed have built the flame, Burning lives without a name. Children cry, the heavens blind, Mercy lost in the hands of time. Can you feel it? The cracking sky— Truth and lies begin to die. Chains we forged in blood and sin, Now the reckoning begins. Hear the bells of the end, they're ringing, Echoes deep where ghosts are singing. One last prayer, one last breath, Then comes peace beneath the death. Bells of sorrow, bells of doom, They toll beneath a crimson moon.
