The end of the world
comes on swift wings.
A fatal concoction
of terrible things.
Weapons of death
and air of disease.
Fire and violence.
An absence of trees.
But i'm glad that it's ending;
we can finally be free.
So come take my hand
and die close to me.
comes on swift wings.
A fatal concoction
of terrible things.
Weapons of death
and air of disease.
Fire and violence.
An absence of trees.
But i'm glad that it's ending;
we can finally be free.
So come take my hand
and die close to me.