The choir and the trumpets blast
Comes thunder, a wall of darkness
Revelations a message he wrote
Prophesy in action, the final act
Our human minds empty and artless
Compared to the majestic starkness
Of a perfect onrushing damnation
That we guaranteed would happen
The end is near, the horsemen beckon
Stand back and watch, it turns black
The end is here, our path reckoned
Count each from the first to the last
Our kind passes from this place
We've had all of our chances
But now, we need to embrace
The end, the end, the end
