The sands of time
are running out,
the skies are turning red.
Regret the past,
your fears have come,
now there's no turning back!
The end of time is here,
is coming to take you.
Your blood will run
under the edge of my scythe!
Blinded by the avarice,
didn't take care of the rest.
Now it's too late,
we're riding fast,
nothing was made to last!
The end of time is here,
is coming to take you.
Your blood will run
under the edge of my scythe!
The end of time is here,
is coming to take you.
Your blood will run
under the edge of my scythe!

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