70 years
Paul Kretz
70 years from now to the end
No one believes and even knows
Look at the thing that is in your hand
It will be like scissors for world rose
Someone prefers to lie, other prefers to die
Someone can be so strong, other is not for long
Orthodoxy knows but keeps the silence
Cause after that everybody'll be its slave
World downfall, horror and violence
Fear and people in the grave
Eternity…
Blind eyes are to see, death is for free
Insanity…
Nothing for me, no future to be
Children's memories, when happy and sad
All is written across, all is becoming mad
Bored faces crashed with reality
Ash of bones on the sand
Last screams from the morality
It's the end of the end
Almost all returns, even in the sky
All this gods on thrones maybe soon will die
Alive