On

our

way

to

no

where

be

hind

the

black

sun.

We

are

pass

ing

by

the

old

ho

ri

zon

Com

ing

close

to

the

edge,

when

we

re

a

lize.

There's

a

hole

in

the

sky,

the

world

has

gone

Writ

ten

and

en

graved

in

stone,

on

the

walls

of

doom

The

burn

ing

cross

left

all

a

lone,

wher

ev

er

we

have

roamed

Oh,

I

can

fell.

It's

the

end

of

our

time.

Oh!

Yeah!

Oh,

I

be

lieve.

We're

the

last

in

our

line

Oh,

In

the

end

of

our

time

We

crossed

the

path

of

tra

ge

dy,

for

tune

and

fate.

Chea

ted

by

the

blen

ded

lies,

will

it

be

too

late?

The

fools

they

cried

'all

gon

na

die',

but

nev

er

got

heard.

Doom

lies

real

ly

quite

ab

surd

Writ

ten

and

en

graved

in

stone,

on

the

walls

of

doom

The

burn

ing

cross

left

all

a

lone,

wher

ev

er

we

have

roamed

Oh,

I

can

fell.

It's

the

end

of

our

time.

Oh!

Yeah!

Oh,

I

be

lieve.

We're

the

last

in

our

line

Oh,

In

the

end

of

our

time

Oh,

I

can

fell.

It's

the

end

of

our

time.

Oh!

Yeah!

Oh,

I

be

lieve.

We're

the

last

in

our

line.

In

the

end

of

our

time

I

be

lieve.

We're

the

last

in

our

line.

In

the

end

of

our

time.

The

end

of

our

time.

Of

Time!