A Song to the End of Times
In the end a wave will come
And all will be undone
The Chinese Wall, The Taj Mahal will fall
And thunderous clouds will sound
Lightning will strike down
The Empire State, the Golden Gate will drown
In the end comes fire and smoke
Every living thing will choke
Burning cradles, bridges, castles to the ground
In the end is nothing left but ash and death
And dust
In the end comes ice and snow
And will bury all we know
Every picture, book and song and house and home
Come floods and tidal waves
Come fire and ash and quakes
Come nuclear wars and asteroids or cosmic rays
Come giant solar flares that scorch our very air
May the cosmos rip apart for all I care
For in the end I will be yours
And that's a universal truth
In the end we'll see our souls released as one
Released as one
Autor(es): Alan Ottesen
