I have seen the end that is sure to begin again.
Desolate souls in the wake left with not but pain.

Rage kills the fallen. Our time is gone.
Baptized and broken. Cut down the cross.

I look down at the sky.
A stare that's sure to burn my eyes.
Running backwards towards my death.
Now what do I have left?

Rage kills the fallen. Our time is gone.
Baptized and broken. Cut down the cross.

Don't believe what you hear or see tonight.
It will surely bring you sin.
I've watched the season's change it's happened all my life.
Now this cycle we must bend.

It will make you. It will take you.
It will break your soul that never was.
I have seen this running on the course.