| In the top of the trees all these eyes follow me. | |
| All is black, like the crows, stiff my neck as it bows. | |
| On my knees | |
| I will play among death and decay, | |
| And it blackens the sun as the end has begun. | |
| I never saw the mighty spirits | |
| That gathered now to purify the world. | |
| It is the time of the changing season, | |
| The cleaning hands of water. | |
| Wind and fire - feel the fire. | |
| Winter rides the wings of heaven | |
| Sorrow marches through the land. | |
| This is the beginning of the end. | |
| And the flood rises higher, swallows cities alive. | |
| Still the flames' hunger grows, taking over our homes. | |
| In the eye of the storm, gods creation reborn. 666 in our hearts, it will tear us apart. | |
| This is the age of the sunlight children | |
| And from the ashes we'll build it up again. | |
| The curtain of the night will fall down | |
| And stronger, wiser than before we'll stand - take my hand. | |
| Winter rides the wings of heaven | |
| Sorrow marches through the land. | |
| This is the beginning of the end. | |
| Darkness covers lonely faces, | |
| Mercyful death takes their hand. | |
| This is the beginning of the end. |
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