Type O Negative - Profits of Doom

April 2029, the final time, the end my friend in not near, the hour in fact is quite here when the moon becomes red, To guide the living dead
This means god’s turned his back on you
It’s a Friday the 13th of course you won’t live to see noon

I am a prophet of doom
I am a prophet of doom

Now the star has fallen washing away the seas,
The seventh seal’s been opened, it’s raining your fears
Are you paranoid the coming asteroid
Has got your name tattooed on it
This stone’s called apophis
It brings apocalypse

I am a prophet of doom
I am a prophet of doom

Speak the name of he created thee all to be
which should not be spoken, no laws broken
Now life and love the stars above
which fall upon the all that worship the beast,
Influence ceased

My soul’s on fire
My soul’s on fire

My faith is an amber burning ever working towards a greater reward, serving my lured
Built his home upon the rock not of the flock
But coming as a shepherd, guarding his heard

My soul’s on fire
My soul’s on fire
My soul’s on fire
My soul’s on fire