• The end is near,
    and with fear,
    they come back here,
    grab the guns and the spears,
    and commandeer,
    you are the pioneer,
    waste away the evil tear,
    and lend me your ear,
    hold it close to the ground,
    and listen to what's down,
    look around,
    no life in sight,
    no one to bring light,
    and with all your might,
    strike down with terror,
    that plagues the very air,
    and do as you dare,
    with no care,
    of what trouble you bring,
    or who is slain,
    with your last breath,
    fight until death.