Run far - the edge of the world is crumblingnas black sets in, what will you do?nwhile they recite the old talesnthe crowds turn into meaningless ghosts of younnI’m finding this hard to believe innthis prospect is getting out of handnand I cannot return the liendeception: fantasy of the damnednnthis night has gonenyour senses desolatena frozen rose in my chestna map of your facena hundred souls tonightnneternal hell will risenI’ll open the floodsnit's all for younnthey cannot rise in our way as long as we standnyour final forfeitndestiny held downnyou cannot stand my fault?nbut it's all for younnrunning out for younsun the greatest lienthe sky will fold with lightnthe tides have turned, I think we're dead