What is going on, my friends?
The world is coming to an end
We've got our heads held high
We're walking in a line to bend
Our knees to the God of Death
We bend
Our knees to the God of Death
And pray
That He won't take us yet
The sky is on fire again
And God isn't here to send the rain
We've got our suitcase packed
We head out the back and then
We see the God of Death
We bend
Our knees to the God of Death
And pray
That he won't take us yet
And even God Himself
Could see that we were gone
We built our lives between
The hard place and the rock
And even God Himself
Could see that we were strange
We lift our hands
We are the Sons of Abel and Cain
We brought this on ourselves
Built up a tower and crashed to Hell
We tried to climb to the sky
But everyone died and then
Received the God of Death
We bend
Our knees to the God of Death
And pray
That he won't take us yet
This time we're on our own
No one to help and there's no one home
We can find our way,
But at the end of the day, we bend
Our knees to the God of Death
We bend
Our knees to the God of Death
And pray
That He won't take us yet