You'll never hear it, the truth.
The sun will burn black,
The sea will be vapor
Before you hear it, the truth.
Black will be white.
The day will be night.
The shrouded spectre of death will come from the dark and meet you
Just to greet you
Before you hear it.
Blood will stop flowing.
Wind will stop blowing.
Grass will stop growing.
Crows will stop crowing.
Kings will relinquish their crowns,
Soldiers will lay weapons down,
Certainty will embrace doubt,
And all the stars will blink out
Before you hear it, the truth.
