Twilight Of The Gods The End Of History
Do you think you have
The will to make it
The strength and the fire
Iron will to take it
To make your orisons
Of the lands of he free
To bring repentance
And fear to me
This is the end of history
This is a monument
To the great
Nothing is concealed from
The tombs of fate
The blank slates
Of failed states
Bind us forever
To the grave
This is the end of history
Is this the end of history
Were you born in the final hours
Do you have the will to re-write the past
And alter the future with one final death-blow
One final push over the top
This is the question
Do you think you have
The will to make it
Strength and fire
And will to take it
To make your prisons
In the land to the free
To bring repentance to me
This is the end of history