dont ask.....
Then End is growing near,
Our Time grows so dim,
For those who wear the mark, Shall be the first to go
A man that gives in, is a man of full stomach, but he buckles at the knees
To weak to think his own
He'll be the first to go
The first to die,
When Armagadon opens its eyes
Our Time grows so dim,
For those who wear the mark, Shall be the first to go
A man that gives in, is a man of full stomach, but he buckles at the knees
To weak to think his own
He'll be the first to go
The first to die,
When Armagadon opens its eyes