APOCALYPSE

In the end... the flames care not for crowns or coins... Hail the Apocalypse... Born in gold or born in dirt, Silver spoon or rusted blade. There's a storm heading our way, All your kingdoms start to fade. Chase the paper, chase the hurt, Cities sink into the ocean. Kings and beggars in the same queue, No escape, no mercy, no tomorrow. Wipe your ass, put on your war paint, When the sky cracks open wide... No coins, no blood, no worthless pride, Will save you from the fire inside. Hail the Apocalypse! All flesh is equal when burnt! Rich man, poor man, all return to dirt! Hail the Apocalypse! What you carried in your soul is all that’s worth! Gold chains melt into nothing, Diamond dreams turn black and grey. The only wealth you take with you Is the lessons carved in pain! What did you learn in the arena? Did you break or did you rise? Throw the spear, let your hatred fly, Every scar upon your spirit. Love you gave, the hate you mastered, Fear you faced and walked on through. Material is just illusion, Dust we borrow till we burn. When the body hits the ground... And the light inside breaks free... You will wake in unknown stars, Carrying who you chose to be. No vaults, no thrones, no judges there, Only echoes of your name... EQUAL! In the flames! EQUAL! In the end! HAIL! All your lies! BURN! All your pride! HAIL THE APOCALYPSE! ALL FLESH IS EQUAL WHEN BURNT! Hail the Apocalypse! All flesh is equal when burnt! Tycoons and slaves in the same urn! Hail the Apocalypse! What you learned is what you’ll take beyond this earth! The soul is eternal, the flame is the teacher, Every choice is a seed for the next frontier. Hail the Apocalypse! All flesh is equal... When burnt... Hail the Apocalypse... Prepare your soul...