Look into the mirror
Can you feel what’s coming soon?
Witnessing a life of death
In the crypt entombed
Walking through the streets
As the pestilence endures
Don’t you want to take his hand?
The touch of death consumes
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death
Hand on your hero
But a change of plan ensues
Wrapped his hands around your neck
No more air’s coming through
Bang goes the drummer
Beating in your head
Now your life is over
His life is next
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death
This is the end, no more pretend
The life of death