The figures through the leaves
And the light through the smoke
Lanterns carried by thieves
Wicked quiet young folk
 
It’s in their blood to rob
The world made it so clear
For the countless endless mob
To bring countless endless fear
 
Amongst the silent night
Within the heartless dust
There the crocs will bite
And blood will run from us
 
Collapsed here on the ground
Lions who lost their pride
Not a single one found
They are trying to hide
 
The time of End is near
The thieves quake the core
 It seems that we do fear
The world lives no more