I can taste the end, I can feel it in the air,
I can see the people crying,
But I really dont think I care,
I can hear the cannons, And the marching feet across the sands,
I embrace the dawn,
of mans final stand.
I can hear the trumpets, and now so can you,
the air carries death, the skies no longer blue.
I feel no empathy for mankind,
we made ou own beds,
ignoring all our history,
mankind will soon be dead.