Prophecy

When the Year Thousand that comes
After Year Thousand begins
A black and secret order
Will have risen
Its law will be of hate
And its arm poison
It will want always more gold
And will spread its reign
Over the earth
Those who serve it will be bound
To each other by a kiss of blood

Oracles
It was written in blood
Oracles, Holy Oracles
They have drawn the future

The only law will be that which
It dictates in the shadows
It will sell the poison
Even in the churches
And the world will walk with
The scorpion under its heel

Oracles
It was written in blood
Oracles, Holy Oracles
They have drawn the future

Good men and the weak
Will be submitted to its rule
The Powerful will enter
Its service

And the world will walk with
The scorpion under its heel

Oracles
It was written in blood
Oracles, Holy Oracles
They have drawn the future