THE RAGNAROK PROPHECY LYRICS

1. Homeland

2. Before The Storm

Everything stood still, time seemed to freeze,
an eerie silence cast,
all creatures staring to the Heavens, awaiting a storm
A cold wind blows over, lighting strikes down,
hurricanes and thunder, the roar of the storm,
Silhouettes descend, from the skies,
all seemed calm,
winds halted, the silhouettes rose,
Tremors, split the Earth,
the ground, shook and ascended,
Thirteen, landmasses, strewn across the Earth,
shrouded in a sea of clouds,
these floating isles now sacred grounds,
Chosen by the mighty gods of Asgard,
to bring order, and balance,
to this archaic realm,
Silhouettes descend, from the skies,
all seemed calm,
winds halted, the silhouettes rose.

3. For The Empire

This civilization, is on its last dying breath,
leeching all the lifeblood, from the decrepit and feeble,
in a fruitless attempt to, repossess the reign,
that is slipping through, a quick expanding fissure,
This soon will come to an end,
and the city will be reborn,
from the ashes of a fallen kingdom,
Fire with rain down, from the sky,
as a befitting ruler is enthroned,
the rightful heirs will take control,
as the heretics atone,
fire will rain down, from the skies
This civilization, is on its last dying breath,
leeching all the lifeblood, from the decrepit and feeble,
in a fruitless attempt to, repossess the reign,
The structures will collapse,
under the weight of this fading age,
a new era casts a veil,
on the horizon,
the time to revive, this kingdom's shattered essence,
is upon us,
Charge, obliterate the resistance,
leave nothing but a cataclysmic wasteland,
where the only salvation,
is in the hands of the king,
the merciless ruler,
Fight, salvage control, take control.

4. The Shrine

Deep within the woods,
behind a cloak of green,
lies a secret locked away for centuries,
until the time comes, for its immense power to be unleashed (x2)
A power so intense it destroys worlds, and rebuilds, on the ashes,
the power of Makeria
Created by the gods, to mend the universal fractures,
When the balance has shifted and time is against the weaker powers,
the Shrine will turn back time,
the Shrine will erase all past conflicts,
Hidden upon a floating landmass,
it can only be called in times of universal peril when a force has become too powerful,
Created by the gods, to mend the universal fractures,
When the balance has shifted and time is against the weaker powers,
Deep within the woods,
behind a cloak of green,
lies a secret locked away for centuries,
until the time comes, for its immense power to be unleashed

5. The Lost Race

Cloaked by clouds, shrouded in secrecy,
skyward, a civilization resides,
beings of old, from the inception of the land,
watch over a terrestrial sphere,
They can bring death, they can bring life,
they can end this planet's existence,
They control the skies, they will make it rain,
casting shadows,
Disconnected from the world but always in reach,
these divine beings, influence the destruction and creation of all things,
They can bring death, they can bring life,
they can end this planet's existence,
Darkened skies, begin to appear, as the stormwinds rage,
Darkened skies begin to appear, as the stormwinds rage and strike them with fear, as the stormwinds rage and strike (them with fear) the earth bound civilization,
Disconnected from the world but always in reach,
these divine beings, influence the destruction and creation of all things,
Disconnected from the world but always in reach,
these divine beings, test the strength of the mighty creatures and the weak.

6. Bringers Of Plague

Destroy them with ill-intention,
the pathetic waste of space that desecrate the Earth,
that desecrate the Earth,
Conceiving a wasteland to eradicate all other sentient beings,
and force their populations to a downward spiral,
facing extinction, there is no other pace to look than the skies for more answers to why the divine have condemned them to this Hell,
The omniscient Bringers of Plague,
plunge down from the skyward realms,
They will cleanse this now forsaken land,
leaving nothing alive,
Disease and torment, eliminates all of humanity,
Midgard will be reborn,
all death, destruction, extinction, will be nothing but the past, the ancient race will have their way,
Destroy them with ill-intention,
the pathetic waste of space that desecrate the Earth,
that desecrate the Earth

7. Breached

a feeling of dread passes over as the alarm is set off,
the walls have been breached, a cloaked assailant trespasses, now lost,
whereabouts unknown,
buried in the thousands of, bodies strewn across this once,
sacred city silently he waits in the shadows,
of the incredible, structures that are constructed,
on this divine land,
he will be the one, to destroy the balance put in place by the,
gods who entrusted this,
race that is supposed to bring peace to the world down below,
he was summoned, from the Dark Realms
he will be the one, to destroy the balance put in place by the,
gods who entrusted this,
race that is supposed to bring peace to the world down below,
he was summoned, by the traitor,
slowly he will bring an end to everything the gods worked for,
unless there is some sort of,
intervention by the race that inhabit the 13 isles,
they will not prosper,
he will use his powers to disable the shrine,
until the traitor gains,
power over everything that lies below,
all are damned.

8. Traitor

an oath written down by the gods, a deal made under the night sky,
two were given a task to bring balance to a fragile realm,
entrusted with the Shrine, only two can use, its omnipotent, powers,
so not a single being, is too powerful, is too powerful
slowly, one is, overrun by the other, oath, broken, promise, shattered,
corruption has, taken, over, the violent, the violent traitor,
the ability to destroy, create, and rule, over all of Midgard,
has fallen into the hands of one, a mighty battle was fought,
centuries passed, bloodshed continues, over the power of the gods,
entrusted to those of, the thirteen isles,
slowly, one is, overrun by the other, oath, broken, promise, shattered,
corruption has, taken, over, the violent, the violent traitor,
finally, the creatures, of the the, Dark Realms, have been vanquished,
and the corrupted traitor sent to oblivion.

9. Consume And Flourish

nothing but dust will remain,
after the leeches feast,
the rapid decay, of this once almighty beast,
the faceless, the devouring horde,
of the insatiable, consume and flourish,
taking all for their own,
and leaving nothing left,
they squeeze every ounce,
every drop of substance,
silently they wait,
for their chance to strike,
the powerless, the hopeless,
time has run out, in the hourglass of order,
this is the end, mankind will fall to a downward spiral,
this is the end,
in the balance of power,
chaos reigns,
the faceless, the devouring horde,
of the insatiable, consume and flourish,
taking all for their own,
and leaving nothing left,
they squeeze every ounce,
every drop of substance,
time has run out, in the hourglass of order,
this is the end, mankind will fall to a downward spiral.

10. The 13 Islands

Spanning far and in between, across the distant skies,
13 islands take their place, beyond the sight of mortal eyes,
structures made of dirt and stone, lay shadows upon the ground,
this is where the Lost Race resides,
hidden away in palaces made of Earth, waiting for their time to emerge,
the movement of these masses of land, are in sync with the shifting of ages,
the rise and fall of civilizations,
mountains shift under the weight of it all, the earthquakes are a sign,
that the era will come to a close, this page in time will be,
turned and everything will start again,extinct species will be brought back to life,
destroyed landscapes will be repaved,
with the ashes of the fallen generations,
as it has been for centuries passed,
the days of old are echoed, universally.

11. The Prophecy

beneath the darkened skies,
the mist rolls over,
cloaking everything, in a layer,
abysmal shadows,
slowly it consumes and destroys,
the low foreboding roar of the ground, slowly collapsing,
foreshadows, a new age,
the Age of Man,
creatures of power and the weak,
destroyed by, the Shrine,
Midgard reborn, balance is restored,
Creatures, upright, dominate this new world,
to form and bend to their will,
until the day comes, when balance must be restored,
the low foreboding roar of the ground, slowly collapsing,
foreshadows, a new age
the Age of Man,
this world will, once again,
crumble the weight of this fading age.

12. A Legend Untold

For centuries the legend has been told,
the ancient tales of the struggles for power,
the balance, nature,
all living things,
the destruction and creation of Midgard,
the Guardians of Makeria,
the sacred Shrine,
the power, of the gods, passed down for hundreds, of years,
so all can know, of the almighty power,
of Makeria,
the cloaked islands in the sky,
where the omniscient beings reside,
the fight for the empire to find the befitting ruler,
the race, once, lost,
never to be, found,
the coming of ages, the fading of eras,
all in the name of balance,
the power, of the gods, passed down for hundreds, of years,
so all can know, of the almighty power,
of Makeria.







THE RAGNAROK PROPHECY LYRICS