Apocalyptic Prophecies (The Sign Of Hades)

It just calls one night
For centuries to last
When water turns to blood
And wine to poison
Can you have been mentioned
Far up high
Dwell strangely in your soul
Condemned to improve
One thousand nights
There are no limits for the blood
That tears the grave from the sky
Torn to pieces and left to die
In a never-ending curse of death
As you pray, head to angel
A road up high
Unheeded, death
When angels weep their blood-red tears
The signs of Hades
Dark and chaste of blasphemy
The signs of Hades
Torn to time and left to fall
In a never-ending desert
And crows shall feed
On what they can find
Water turns to blood
And wine to poison
There are no limits for the omen
That rips from the sky
A time of death has come
There are no returns
When the reaper comes to one's soul
When the angels tread a road up high
When brothers fall
For throned empires
When black winds rage
And fire rapes the sky
It is the sign of Hades