The End Of Times

Domination is the need
To dominate the weak
Poison is here
Face the fear

Domination makes the war
The war is the end
War of no one
No one understands

We are the puppets of hate
Bitter fate
Everything is a lie, (an) illusion
Everything is a big confusion

The five apocalypse knights
They will show your destiny
Only choice, just one try
To survive or not (to) live

Hate is born from war
Plague is born from war
Hunger is born from war
Mankind dies in war

Weapons are blessed
Wars are blessed
The end of times
Death rimes

Domination is the need
To dominate the weak
Poison is here
Face the fear

Domination makes the war
The war is the end
War of no one
No one understands

Weapons are blessed
Wars are blessed
The end of times
Death rimes