In the End

Now praise the moon
And bless the cloud.
Bring them round, and round, and round.
Give them hope, their hearts desire.
Lift their hearts from the ground.
Their hope is but a burden now.
Hard as sweat upon the brow.
Their eyes they fill with tears of not.
And keep their burdens laden low.
With hope of what they soon will see.
And dreams of what they soon shall be.
Dusting off their brainless rott,
Drifting on an endless sea.
Keeping peace and loving manor.
Though hope is lost,
They pray like thunder.
Earth's desire.
Heaven's dream.
Though it be of man's own blunder.
Pray the hope that be of all.
Catch the sin before the fall.
And brimstone be the final fling,
And fire be the final call.
Let earth bravely shout,
And hell shall ring.
Light the path that we will bring.
Light the hope of all of man.
And brimstone is the final fling.
Fire light the pathway there.
It's hope, that is the final fair.
Love, Life, Hope...
Gone.