Apocalyptic Visions, a foolish prediction
A devious plot, to control all


Don't you blink.
The hour is later than you think


Chorus:

From the ashes we rise

To claim the throne of madness
Beneath the burning soil we light
the torch of independence


They say it's the end
Will we forever pretend

That humanity failed?
Were we too late?


Don't you blink.
The hour is later than you think


Chorus

From the ashes we rise

To claim the throne of madness
Beneath the burning soil
We fight with resolve and resilience


The End draws nigh
Was it all one big lie?

Are we afraid of ourselves?
Are we afraid of this hell?
We stand

We live
We will make the world bleed
And we will forever dominate


We must eliminate
This perception

Of approaching
Approaching oblivion


Don't you blink.
The hour is later than you think