End Times

The servants of the empty man
Now rise and stalk the land.
The thing with too many faces
Will restore that which time erases.
The creature with darkness within
Crawls into another's skin.

When the clouds fall to the ground
The older place will be found.
When the next moon rises red
The chasm must be fed.
The mountains fall flat to Earth,
And the sea once more gives birth.

In the land where the trees touch the sky
Lies that which will open the eye.
In the place where the sun touches only one time
No one is safe during war time.
Where the white rocks lay unbroken
The air waits for the words to be spoken.

The end comes for those who wait
And for those who cannot escape fate.
Death is the only welcome to see
For you, for them, and for me.
Don't try to run, don't try to hide
Because of their prey, they will not be denied.