Angels sang these words to me Granting hope with a prophecy The lord of mercy will return To pour out his love, to burn Great white mass in gospels sing Joyous hymns for the king The funereal psalm that is creation Soon void of mans distortion All things good though mostly bad All the dreams we ever had All the hate and little love we shared Will be nothing, will be nothing There will be silence, silence Silence over the depths again The dove will leave no ones hands Just to find all empty lands