This day when all shall end Heimdall gazes east A sail has caught his eye He lifts his hand and sounds the horn The undead army has arrived Here comes Nagelfar With Laufey's son on board He brings chaos, hate and wrath He brings the war to end all wars

Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory just another story We gonna fight your brother Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of

Oh and I know, and you know that we've been here before I think I know how it should end We got an audience calling us crazy We ignore those with opinions of hate Friends with insanity as of lately Everyone comes with scars but you can love them away I

Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never

Buy that boy with a pipe Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might) Empty my bank account And buy that boy with a pipe Put some spotlight on the slide Whatever comes, comes through clear Put some

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to

Only in dreams, so blindly you follow Only in death we come to amends This bitter pill I'm left here to swallow Or will I see you in the end? You took him away Without a trace or tear, erased from the story Hate fills these bloodshot eyes He was gone

Come with hate Enduring out with wind and ice Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent, His friends, and again and again and on and on. You make me own my life in Hell, my kingdom back to the bound You say you don't make it alone, kingdom back to the Lord

Plaque on the wall says that no one's slept here It's rare to come upon a bridge that has not been around Or been stepped on Whatever the notions we laced in our prayers The man upstairs is used to all of this noise I'm through with screaming And echoes

You must know that I'll follow you It's the same thing again, But it could become a problem if We don't deal with it now, I've not opened my mouth, Can you read my mind so easily? A feeling I've had many times before. I can't hold the fort, saying give