A funeral for the dreams of your youth, now washed away through the ashes of oblivion. The blind will say that all is eternal, they'll find their end long before their time.
What to believe, when all is gone? Tears of the past. What to believe when all is dead? The naive won't last!
Where will you run to when blackness covers all? You who lived in denial what a fool you were. A shallow grave now awaits you with a grin. A rightful punishment for your wasted life of sin.
The end is birthed from the fire of doubt.
Torn from routine, apocalypse arrives. Rearing its ugly head. Nothing remains the earth is left in flames. This day that would never come.
Here I laugh, upon the masses suffering. Here I dwell, this is now your punishment. Here I stand, the bringer of judgment. Here I kill, this world is now a memory.
The end is birthed from the fire of doubt.
Torn from routine, apocalypse arrives. Rearing its ugly head. Nothing remains the earth is left in flames. This day that would never come.
Torn from routine, apocalypse arrives. Rearing its ugly head. Nothing remains the earth is left in flames. This day that would never come.
Here I laugh, upon the masses suffering. Here I dwell, this is now your punishment. Here I stand, the bringer of judgment. Here I kill, this world is now a memory.
