It's like a funeral procession for the world - It's a saddest note you will play, you will ever hear With skinned hands you're praying now - praying relief On bleeding knees you're crawling down Cound it be that men of cloth are fearing the most? Could it be that they've been preaching a hoax?
And like a thousand suns it comes Final dawn lights up the sky Winds carry the harbinger Of man's doom!
It's like a funeral procession for the world - It's a saddest note you will play, you will ever hear With a mouth gaped, frozen now into a scream With a world raped, burning now Could it be that men of cloth are fearing the most? Couldit be that they've been preaching a hoax?
And like a thousand suns it comes Final dawn lights up the sky Winds carry the harbinger Of man's doom: Radiation cloud