1. ANARCHY OF THE THIRD KIND

Rebellion in the age of quarrel
A wicked hand to serve
Wickedness upon foundation
The world will crumble to soil

Anarchy of a wicked sewn
Perhaps our vigors differ
In an end so dreary
It's hard to dream of light

Rebellion of an evil throne
A throne of evil conspiracy
A throne in which Apostles abandon
In hopes to find Divinity

The third end of time
A kind from often hither
An anarchy of the sacred kind
Which has no hidden glory
No worth of generations
No kindliness to progression
In the thirdened end of time


2. PLAGUES

Cast down from a naked bluff
The wicked plagues of man
A frost and fog in the mist
A reddened sea of blood
Time waits for no man
And the end is neigh
Time waits for no man
Mankind shall perish forever and always
Mankind on the brink of extinction
War and toil of wars begotten
Wars Armageddon in the naked bluff
Skys fall darkened
Moon red as blot
There is no saviour of man
No other tradition
Other than the Caedmons call
Practice what you preach
And reap what you sew
The end is near