*piano*
the wind of liiiiiife and air from abooooove
smells of deaaaaath...
angels sing of the eeeeeeeeend...
nothing you sayyyyy and nothing you tryyyyy
can change tiiiiiiime...
humna race prepares to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee...
*guitar, bass and drums kick in*
the wing of liiiiiiiiiife and air from abooooooove
smells of deaaaaaaaath!
angels sing of the eeeeeeeeend!
there's nothing you say and nothing you try
can change tiiiiiiiiiiiime!
human race prepares to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!...