The Prophecy - Neaera

A barn on fire, a tortured child

What has come for vengeance?

Who has blackened the light?

Pain-inflicted, they inflict their pain

Born of obedience — Oppression’s reign

They’ve become the prophecy of debt

They’ve become the prophecy that wept

Petrified, denied, enshrined

Burdened with a ribbon that binds

Petrified, denied, enshrined

They’ve become the spawn for the eclipse

A white path of virtue — not to be left

The light of innocence is shining black

The purity vision — taught by brutality

Disciples of order — slaves to the hierarchy

A fierce and brutal mind is forged

When infant hearts and souls are scorched

A flame of vengeance killed the light

The children they came at night

To the night of the hunters

They unload their punishment

On the altar of justice

They seek revenge

Can they reverse their pain?

They will return the stain!

They’ve become the spawn for the eclipse

They’ve become the holocaust