The son will die..
The hero's dream..
Made God go blind..
The broken ones..
Will kill the slaved..
The world will slowly..
Fade away..
You nailed your savior..
To a tree..
And watched the flower..
Shrivel up and bleed..
The world is dead..
It can't be saved..
And now it's time..
For God to fade..
The moon will soon..
Erase the sun..
The damned will be..
The chosen ones..
And when we know..
We've reached the end..
It will be too late..
To repent..
Now count to seven, and close your eyes..
Forget your dreams, it's time to die..