Lyrics The Profits of Doom (Radio Edit) - Type O Negative

Goodbye cruel world...

Of this shape, a star of five
Also applies to the one with six sides
Against the sun and against the moon
I warn you that these two combined
Will bring man's doom
Of ten horns and seven heads
Count your fingers and the continents
On your head or in your right hand
This new moral code that the media commands

Believe not in their clever words
Because faith enacted are the loudest heard
All these things I say are true
Understood sadly by a chosen few... you

April 2-0-2-9, the final time
The end, my friend, in not near the hour, in fact is quite here
When the moon becomes red to guide the living dead
This means God's turned his back on you
It's a Friday the 13th, of course you won't live to see noon

I am a prophet of doom
I am the profit of doom

So now the star has fallen, washing away the seas
The seventh seal's now opened, it's raining your fears
Are you paranoid
The coming asteroid has got your name tattooed on it
This stone's called Apophis, it brings Apocalypse

I am a prophet of doom
I am the profit of doom

Speak the name of He created thee all to be
Which should not be spoken
No laws broken

Now life and love, the stars above
Which fall upon thee all that worship the beast
Influence ceased

My soul's on fire

My faith is an ember, burning ever
Working towards a greater reward
Serving my lord

Built his home upon the rock
Not of the flock, but coming as a shepherd
Guarding his herd

My soul's on fire