Blind Guardian Twilight Orchestra – Comets And Prophecies Lyrics

All heavens dressed in black
And the church is not of help here
Yet,
Comets, importing change of time and state
As the poet says
Fiery demons in the sky
They are
Or angels
Thats hard to judge
Like pilgrims in the skies
They roam and lurk
With sparkling, wrathful eyes
Not long
They will descend
And along with them
The scourge of angry and bad revolting stars
These signs are evil
Not conquest
But famine
Then war
And finally death
Astrology
The highest science of them all
It is a mirror
Of whats to come
But since the planets cannot command
Will they inspire me at least?
Your constellations promising
Although
We all will mourn in blood