In the land of the heores The ground is not mine In the land of the pure There's no place for cry
Just wait for the end, the end of the road Have faith for the end, the end of the cold Even jesus can't help me, i feel so old
This is the end, the beginning of a soul This is the end, the end of the hole Where do i begin, when there's nothing to lose? Who is to find? this foolish looser
There are things i have done I regret, i miss the sun But is the end, now she's gone
