The Final Procession

Towards the black mass of an ancient galaxy
 A funeral procession rides through realms of insanity
 Aeons pass them, in slow implosion
 Never to come back from the edge of reality
 Down the spiral roads the malignant priest is on his way
 Deceiving visions seduced their weary minds
 To leave the world behind, but they could not be fooled
 No crooked preacher could halt their heathen deeds
 No abject graveyard could keep their souls asleep
 Blessed by the deuce, their minds would never repose
 An ancient omen once foretold that the evil will return
 And all the sacred churches and temples will forever burn
 An ancient omen once foretold that the evil will enrol
 Once the wicked souls of the undead is buried in a black hole
 Six lightyears under, the ritual has begun
 Earth's final spin around the celestial pole is done
 Infernal fire, hotter than a thousand suns
 Devours our mother earth, now they have won
 Where right was wrong, a new black hole now is born