End of Days

The beheld you payed

Living at the end of days

Imagine Atlantis

Cough all the watery grave

In blood we play

In dusk city depraved

The gods are angry

Like sheep we were let stray

The stars in the sky

No longer show they face

Fell from sky hard

To set a world a blaze

The city tonight

Proverbs roam the place

You all look like angels

Come to save the grace

And they'll be landmines

In the promise land