Gather round all listless souls in the book the stories told
If you're names not on the list you just might get the devils kiss
The end of times is right ahead and trust me you might wish you're dead
The written word cuts like a knife hope you believe in afterlife
Apocalypse it is the word that little thing that you've all heard
Lake of fire pit of hell there's no more time the final bell
Seventh angel with his horn the moon blood red and time is torn
Doesn't matter don't you see all we have is destiny
Revelation revolution mass confusion restitution air pollution prostitution it's the end its the conclusion
Conversation population copulation an invasion it's your last examination it's for real not imitation
If you think you're a child of God you'd better pray you get the nod
When the light it turns to dark the last of days you will bear the mark
When he breaks the final seal Apocalypse his final deal