Consisting of dissolution Sickness and filth shame us all Prophecies never end this collusion Between our egos and fragile souls For how long have we take all this madness? The symphonies of the death nearly come For how long will you climb this black mountain? Into the deeps of a certain tomb Coming strong from the sky a sound of thunder calls for the end of this world at last No need to pray nor to cry as we embrace what we've all knew was late from arrival And the air will turn green, the soil will bleed obscene And your skin will blistered, screams! From a cloud made of xenon he will come In the form of a GOAT Free this planet from cancer and war Cause man has become God Coming strong from the sky a sound of thunder calls for the end of this world at last No need to pray nor to cry as we embrace what we've all knew was late from arrival Kingdoom Comes... Kingdoom Come!