I can't see anythin but oblivion,
Belie me the truth, says the universe,
Is it time I rest my breath?
All I want is to sit back and look.
At what they call Apocalyse, the fools.
What do you wish to see my friend?
Death and famine around the bend
Is that what defines destruction to you?
Is it just blood that makes it true?
You could be dead without a wound,
You could feel pain, without a scream.
That's what I would like to believe,
That's what I would call the feel,
That you'll know when he rises,
The name that brings fear to the heart within.
Apocalypse is nigh, brethren.
Apocalypse is nigh, brethren.
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