The Times are Flying
The Times are Flying
Things are changing
Most are dieing
The Numbers are Ranging
The end is near
His Bodies Taken
Over By Fear
His Legs are Shaking
His Heart it Pounds
While he runs away
From Hells hounds
To Die Another Day
He made it so Far
No one Else Has
You've set the Bar
Now Make it Last
They won't stop at all
He can still Fight
Back against the Wall
It Ends Tonight
He charges without a sound
And Everything Goes White
A drop of blood on the Ground
Blue lips sealed Tight
The Times are Flying
Things are changing
Most are dieing
The Numbers are Ranging