Earth Ship - In Fire's Light

The prophecies convey a frightful end
All these sins are written in blood
Unable to ignore
The sands of time are running low
A black hole in which our time was born
The scales of life are dreadfully shorn
The sands of time are running low
Annihilation tends to mold the results
But our brilliancy will hang at the end of the rope
The prophecies convey a frightful end
All these signs are written in blood
Unable to ignore
Thе sands of time are running low
The sands of timе are running low