Upon the highest peak she stands br Angel or the devil's spawn? br Windswept tresses red as flame br No one knows from whence she came; br br From her lips the sounds of death br Rolling thunder rocks the earth, br Future held within her hands br Pours from her fingers, blood-soaked sands; br br Black clouds rumble in the distance br Lightning flashes sear the sky, br All the peace doves leave their nesting br From this day there'll be no resting; br br Might this vision be a warning br Sent to man to mend his ways? br Still I wonder if he'll listen br From our eyes more tears will glisten; br br Welcome the apocalyspe! br Behold - the firey end is nigh, br If man does not amend his ways br He will have but to count the days.