A Taste of Armageddon

Lyrics

[Intro] Picture this: You're standing on the brink of Armageddon The bleak images of things to come stretch far out before you In this barren wasteland one torch of hope burns alone in the darkness The light, the legend, the future [Verse 1] An image is cast from the depths of the shadow Carrying a book that's retrieved from the gallows The vigilante's blocking the doorway Step to the side as I'm coming your way The night stalker is here 'cos it's prowl time The lyrical executioner of rhyme My routine is much harder than a guillotine Unseen is my mind as an extreme My words attack like a dictionary of death A cold chill can be seen upon my breath Freeze into 'Ice' to the 'ski' as I break free Meltdown reducing the enemy 'Cos I remain calm cool as I disarm A quiet kill to quell any alarm Intelligent, hard, the way forward is barred So the mind's left scarred By the keeper of rhyme time, teacher in my prime Emerging as a deep silhouette from the night time The crusher, the carrier, unmovable barrier Unstoppable force with the speed of a harrier Destroying the airway, striving for airplay Leaving the rest wrecked on the runway The way you run from the terror of the terrorist There's no strategy to beat the master strategist The tactician plans a course as the bell tolls Halo drop the cut, another head rolls I am the sickle, Halo's hands are the axe Spatts is the runaway train on the live tracks This is the energy, the center, the power source From these elements we extract the Holocaust So prepare as I said in a different form Sit inside and through the window watch a heavy storm Hear these words and just think about what I said Plan ahead and the future may not be red A dark image is watching every move you make No matter what precautions you take there's no escape Can you understand? A taste of Armageddon [Verse 2] To reiterate, run, rewind once again Intelligent, hard, the grim reaper of men Straight to the mind 'cos the body's just a shell The 'Ice' walks boldly extinguishing the heat of hell The right spirit the lights [?] There is no one that keep this type with this [?] As a [?] phase [?] another league Reap the base pulse back from the dark age The hooded hunter moves in for the torture There's no compromise when I've caught you 'Cos your bargaining power's been extracted An example of what men from centuries past did 'Arma' with a 'g' 'e' as 'I don' the weapon This is a fragmented taste of Armageddon The final dawning in the era of the ice age Stage one was the invention of the gun From there the world was caught in an arms race A safe place was destroyed by a grim taste But then the mortal man returned as a spirit form Amid the heat and destruction of the new dawn The vigilante armed tactically from left to right A dark tunnel at the end, will you see the light? Or will you fall through the depths to your peril Two minds cannot communicate upon a different level "From the left" - Halo's hand emits the power glow "From the right" - Spatts is ready from the word go In the centre is the keeper of the artifact A lightening strike reveals how the man is backed By the force of the raging elementals The natural allies in the war of the potentials The scene is set for the day of judgement When the seal is cut away from the parchment To reveal the legend that is foretold When the golden trumpets blow and the drums roll And I exercise the fear to the hardest core Leaves the body comatose when I get raw Can you understand? A taste of Armageddon [Outro] The taste of Armageddon