It’s the end of the world as we know it.


As the world falls down and begins to burn,
Everything that is moving, stops moving.
Everything that moves became a thing for the ashes to find;
All that which is living, is dying.


All the people underneath become surrounded by grief,
In the broken land that is so full of sinning.
In an unknown time there is no hope to be found…
For the living.


In the darkest hands,
There lurks a shadow of a man,
Who moves alone without wings.
The soul without a soul is still living.


Now he haunts himself,
As he walks throughout this Hell.
In a place he no longer knows;
He can never escape from himself.


At the end of the world as the fires burn alight
And the dark souls steal souls, as time comes towards an end,
We have no way out of the demons eyes,
That surround our lives, in the end times…
Still we are the living and we are without friends.


In our hour of need, we find ourselves on our knees;
Praying to the forever unseen, in a land without peace
And all that remains are the lives that we lead
And a promise of salvation, once our souls have become clean.


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