In the twilight of mankind, the darkness creeps,
A world on the brink, where hope barely seeps.
Nations clash, ideologies collide,
As the drumbeats of war grow louder inside.
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud,
Echoes of screams, so deafeningly loud.
The countdown begins, the end draws near,
A symphony of chaos, a world consumed by fear.
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
Cities crumble, empires fall,
In the wake of destruction, we heed no call.
The rivers run red with the blood of the slain,
A testament to humanity's disdain.
In the silence of the aftermath,
Amidst the ruins, we tread a broken path.
Can we find redemption in this shattered land?
Or are we doomed to repeat, to never understand?
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
In the ashes of the old world, we stand,
With trembling hands, we reach for a hand.
Is there hope amidst this desolate scene?
Or are we prisoners of our own machine?
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
In the echoes of the apocalypse, we find,
A glimmer of hope, a beacon to bind.
Can we salvage what's left, and build anew?
Or is this the end, our final adieu?
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In the twilight of mankind, the darkness creeps,
A world on the brink, where hope barely seeps.
Nations clash, ideologies collide,
As the drumbeats of war grow louder inside.
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud,
Echoes of screams, so deafeningly loud.
The countdown begins, the end draws near,
A symphony of chaos, a world consumed by fear.
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
Cities crumble, empires fall,
In the wake of destruction, we heed no call.
The rivers run red with the blood of the slain,
A testament to humanity's disdain.
In the silence of the aftermath,
Amidst the ruins, we tread a broken path.
Can we find redemption in this shattered land?
Or are we doomed to repeat, to never understand?
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
In the ashes of the old world, we stand,
With trembling hands, we reach for a hand.
Is there hope amidst this desolate scene?
Or are we prisoners of our own machine?
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
In the echoes of the apocalypse, we find,
A glimmer of hope, a beacon to bind.
Can we salvage what's left, and build anew?
Or is this the end, our final adieu?
A world on the brink, where hope barely seeps.
Nations clash, ideologies collide,
As the drumbeats of war grow louder inside.
In the shadow of the mushroom cloud,
Echoes of screams, so deafeningly loud.
The countdown begins, the end draws near,
A symphony of chaos, a world consumed by fear.
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
Cities crumble, empires fall,
In the wake of destruction, we heed no call.
The rivers run red with the blood of the slain,
A testament to humanity's disdain.
In the silence of the aftermath,
Amidst the ruins, we tread a broken path.
Can we find redemption in this shattered land?
Or are we doomed to repeat, to never understand?
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
In the ashes of the old world, we stand,
With trembling hands, we reach for a hand.
Is there hope amidst this desolate scene?
Or are we prisoners of our own machine?
When the bombs start to fly, and the heavens ignite,
Can we find a way to survive this endless night?
As the flames lick the sky, and the ashes rain down,
Will we rise from the ruins, or forever drown?
In the echoes of the apocalypse, we find,
A glimmer of hope, a beacon to bind.
Can we salvage what's left, and build anew?
Or is this the end, our final adieu?
Writer: Marco Reuter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid