Testo
City lights are dimming
Kings and queens alive
Flames of red are burning
As they diminish time
Eyes of greed are rising
The aides of good will send
Conflict of extremity
A cry, it's the end
Crawling from a shaken mind (the end)
The prophets ask us why (the end)
The jaws of the sharpest realm (the end)
Leave us all to die (the end)
Population's gathered (the end)
Persuaded to defend (the end)
The weakness is intelligence (the end)
The strength is in (the end)
