Coptic times march on, and all the world shall rage.
You read it in Revelations and then you flip the page. 
The Age of Iron has change to Fire, and everyone out there shall be a gun for hire. 
All the world's a stage and rolls we're forced to play. 
You claim savior, my friend, but the future now looks grey. The sword swings swift, one shouldn't stand in it's path. 
The UsUrper is upset, why must we face his wrath? 
Kali calls, night falls.
All prisons for the mind! 
Crying blood, crawl in mud. 
The Apocolypse you will find!