Woorden: Ancient. Prophecy of Sehenna.

On the first day of Gehenna
The shrieking winds shall be silent
And when a black sun hangs from a somber sky
Caine's sleeping children shall once again arise

When antediluvians awake from eons of slumber
The strongest of us shall fall prey to their hunger
Countless storms shall quake the earth
As the world turns icy cold

On the second day of Gehenna
Our father shall return
And unite his wretched kindred
To the ebon throne of city Enoch

The vile culprits of diablerie

Shall meet their deserved fate
To drink the scarlet tainted from the first-born
Eating away their breathless bodies

And there shall be battle
The next millennium antediluvians rule
But shall be borne a woman bearing lunar mark
The only key to our salvattion...