Prophecies

I've heard you creeping around You've been rustling up the town Flying up in the sky Does this mean we are gonna die? I've heard you creeping around We are gonna hunt you down Burn down your walls Watch you fall Under the collapse of it all Listen to the stories I've told How we ve all grown old But we are are still scared That piercing red glare That piercing red glare That... piercing... red... glare I've seen him destroy everything I've seen the mark on the start of the fires He flies hand in hand with death Taking my breathe Taking my breathe This is not what you wanted To be apart of the legend Bleed with me I can't do this on my own Believe in me I can't write this all alone I've heard you creeping around Flying up in the sky Does this mean we are gonna die? We are gonna hunt you down.