The Wicked Symphony - Avantasia

Man's becoming more corrupt now Godless, wicked, and cruel The soulless man stood silenced Mary's words rang so true Chastisement worse than the flood Spread the word, it's all through Don't kill the messenger 'cause As if we haven't swam enough in this life of misery Voice your prophecy, shed us some light Feel sorrow for mankinds' chance to survive Swallowed lies and swam in our own tears A stab in the dark but it wounded our will We won't be here tomorrow Hold on to me for one last time We've grown into the numbers, 666 War breaks, a sign of the end, eternally expelled Look to the sky for knowledge, the stars align tonight Eclipse and heaven shall fall Now I know I've seen it all in my life of misery Voice your prophecy, shed us some light Feel sorrow for mankinds' chance to survive Swallowed lies and swam in our own tears A stab in the dark but it wounded our will Dust the apple off, savor each bite And deep inside you know Adam was right Lust and power, indulgence, no fear Left with his sins, how does this end? We won't be here tomorrow Hold on to me for one last time As the prophets shed the light On what's to come, the crowds did gather Your time is precious, they explained No time to worry, messiah's coming Don't go to sleep tonight Darling, hold me in your arms These will be our final days and I can't let go Walls are falling, churches burning Women ravaged, children crying Flesh is tearing, some still fighting In this world of misery Voice your prophecy, shed us some light Feel sorrow for mankinds' chance to survive Swallowed lies and swam in our own tears A stab in the dark but it wounded our will Dust the apple off, savor each bite And deep inside you know Adam was right Lust and power, indulgence, no fear Left with his sins, how does this end? We won't be here tomorrow Hold on to me for one last time

In a dark and misty house, Where no Christian man has been, Wicked Annabella mixes a brew That no one's ever seen. Relatives have passed her by, Too scared to even say hello. She's in perpetual midnight, She shuts out the day, And goes about her sinful ways. I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face, Look towards mine. I, I've felt her eyes burning my soul, Twisting my mind. Little children who are good Should always go to sleep at night, 'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky Hopin' they will open their eyes. Don't go into woods tonight, 'Cause underneath the sticks and stones Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella Waiting just to carry you home

There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter When questioned who had sent for him, he answered with his thumb For his tongue, it couldn't speak, but only flatter He stayed behind the assembly hall, it was there he made his bed Often times he could be seen returning Until one day he just appeared with a note in his hand which read "The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning" Oh, the leaves began to fallin', the seas began to part And the people that confronted him were many And he was told but these few words which opened up his heart "If you cannot bring good news, don't bring any"