A small spark has gone unnoticed in the night sky.
And once noticed, they told us its course.
And once noticed, some refused to look up.

Seven days before the end will come. Seven days.
The burning light is growing in the sky. My vision is failing as it bleaches everything around me.

Some cried to their gods, some continued to toil as the most faithful launched the missles.
Some searched for their faith, some dug deep in the earth as others gathered doomed possessions.

And once noticed, some let it burn in their eyes. Now they lay in shallow, open graves... watching it descend... the empty missles that rush to meet their fate... the inescapable, ever-growing white light.

One glance and they've amassed in the arena. A mess of romans fully pissed as they cheer a mess of steadfast men devoted to controlling death.

A small spark has gone unnoticed in the night sky.
And once noticed, I heard of its course.
And once noticed, I'll admit I looked up. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

And upon the seventh day, I was aware. As I watched I found my place.

Seven days before the end will come. Seven days.
The burning light is growing in the sky. My vision is failing.
Seven days left to live. We survive.