Vārdi: Bane. The Note. Swan Song.

Today won't be like yesterday
The bell tolls for an hour straight
Screaming mothers chase their children down
Fathers tear out their eyes
As the city topples to the ground

Outside streets are in a panic
Truth sellers leap from tall, tall ledges
No sign of Christ with a sword in his mouth
Beneath the blood red sky I'll sit and laugh with you tonight

This is a promise I made to you
I'll be right there
I'll be right next to you

When the trumpets blare the loudest and cannons roar
All that trains that once came for you
Spill of the tracks floor
All your horrors multiply
And you realize your fears
I'll block your ears with both of my hands
Kiss away the tears

When Armageddon's been locked and loaded
I will come back for you...