The Prophecy

Tremble mortal, the end is nigh.
Though maybe not for you and I
The Earth was only born to waste
And soon it takes its rightful place.
Among you humans there will be
A waking life skeleton key
And when that door wide has been flung
Descent to under world's begun.
And when you reach the worldly base
You'll gaze upon a godly face
With won'drous horror he'll enslave
Until a shovel digs his grave.