On The Eve Of The End (Mos Generator)

When the light burns a thousand suns And the lord of the world is born All your leaders, beggars and thieves Will fall down in vain on their begging knees I kill the innocent I bleed the wretched fools I steal the moment and leave the rest up to you On the eve of the end of the world Pledge your lives to the killers and whores Mountain high, your body soars Sacrifice yourselves to the god of war I kill the innocent I bleed the wretched fools Smother the helpless And leave them in drowning pools I steal the moment and leave the rest up to you On the eve of the end I begin to destroy all that's true