Our Lord Will Come

We live for the woods and The moon and the night we cast aside those Who are searching for light We dream of the days when The dark lord will come Preparing for doomsday the battle is won You're searching for light You're searching for night No one can tell you who is right! A joy fills my hear which is blackened inside Knowing my future will end at his side The Earth with is pitiful creatures and men Must suffer and cry slaying Friend upon friend Bells are ringing into the night No ne knows who's right! The time will come of the night without end Coldness and hate - The most beautiful friend Grim are the visions that live in my head I hope that I live to see all of you dead Listen, listen: Now it's time to say goodbye You can weep and you can cry No more tears, little thing no more tears You'll be dead forgetting your fears The time has passed and we're the last The last