It's the end of the world friends
fire frolics through foiled mead hall
Did we ever see their scheme at all?

Mortars bellow beyond our brigade
Their flight path pushes them to their graves
To me this sounds more of a serenade
As the mighty soldiers fall to their fates..

Mothers and daughters are on the run
Fathers and sons pick up their swords and guns,
Battle cry hence forth they did
And in the distance sounds the nearest village idiot

Screaming "ITS THE END FRIENDS", shall we never forget?

Villains push through our village defense
Only to be pushed back by our mighty offense
Did we win this war while our world burns in flames
Or did God merely betray our game,
The city councilmen hides in fear
Writing condolences as he crys in tears,
With his quilt he writes four endless words,
"It's the end friends" never less never more

Brutes come to take our place
Plead guilty we did, we sealed our fates
As all the townspeople scream out words of dismay
"ITS THE END FRIENDS!!" Fire was our final delay