A depiction of the lamb, the lion, deplorably portrayed
The beast, the dragon, as in shadowy imagery
Have the power to take away peace on earth
The threshold's here as the sun turns black
The moon red like blood and stars falling down
Babylon falling, the last of the antagonistic battles
The madman chained for a thousand of years
Use your eyes and you will see it, bright and shining
A moment of your time, a glimpse of your (brave) new world

Your revelation, in apocalyptic terms
The hammer, separating fiction from reality
Embrace the notion, embrace the moment
Who are the ones to tell the truth
Who are the ones to tell what to believe?
The depiction is therefore all you've got

The hammer is mine, the revelation is yours
Am I God or am I the Devil?
It's a comprehensible, yet complex, reality
Because it means that when the past has caught up with the present
We have no future