swirls of ash fall handsomely as if a winter snow
there are really seasons when you're here with us below
lays in layers on the ruin of castles crumbling down
licking unextinguished flames create the only sound
somewhere death is laughing at the harvesting of souls
but there are always bodies
to be ripped across the coals
the final bell is tolling on the dusk of evil tongues
now they wish it'd been
a different song that they had sung
now none can turn and run
nor hide here at the end of days
and all will be reprieved
the judge condemned for all their ways
mercies from the righteous
and there's no one here not one
dreams of hell extinguished
but there's nowhere left to run
drops of blood and tears and sweat
a river foaming flowers now
drowning in the sticks
to bitter songs from every crowd
now none can turn and run
or hide here at the end of days
and all will be reprieved
the judge condemned for all their ways
and now the executioner stands ready dissipate
no deals and no conditions
no more time for you to pray
i'm alive
now none can turn and run
or hide here at the end of days
and all will be reprieved
the judge condemned for all their ways
and now the executioner stands ready dissipate
no deals and no conditions
no more time for you to pray
