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End of Days
I wake up,
A bump on the head,
I take a look around me,
Everyone and thing is dead,
I get up and walk,
To see who is left,
But all I see around me,
Is just pure death,
Up ahead of me,
I see the Lord,
So I run to him,
My arms open and broad,
But he turns his back,
And just looks away,
He doesnt want me,
To him Im a stray,
So I look to him,
And I say 'Ra',
I need you now,
You are my star,
But he tells me,
No, go to devil,
Go off to him,
Sink to his level,
So off I go,
Go to the beast,
I hope he can save me,
Save my soul at least,
I go off to him,
And there he waits,
The entire devil,
All the horns and traits,
So I look to him,
And I say 'Devil',
I need you now,
I am your level,
So he takes me,
As far down as he can
And here I am now,
The Sinnerman.
A bump on the head,
I take a look around me,
Everyone and thing is dead,
I get up and walk,
To see who is left,
But all I see around me,
Is just pure death,
Up ahead of me,
I see the Lord,
So I run to him,
My arms open and broad,
But he turns his back,
And just looks away,
He doesnt want me,
To him Im a stray,
So I look to him,
And I say 'Ra',
I need you now,
You are my star,
But he tells me,
No, go to devil,
Go off to him,
Sink to his level,
So off I go,
Go to the beast,
I hope he can save me,
Save my soul at least,
I go off to him,
And there he waits,
The entire devil,
All the horns and traits,
So I look to him,
And I say 'Devil',
I need you now,
I am your level,
So he takes me,
As far down as he can
And here I am now,
The Sinnerman.
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