Carnival

When the monsters howl
And the night is cold
When I cry to God
And I cry alone
When the warrior fights
Against the horde
When I hear their screams
And I hear their pleas
And I hear their songs
And I see their dreams
When I wake again
And I hear the song
Of another mourn
Of another scorned
Of another dawn
And another gone
Then I know it’s time;

When the bullet reaches
And life escapes
when the moon stops chasing
and the sun sits in wait
when the earth breaks open
and swallows me whole
when your pride is consumed
and your arguments left hollow
when all the tales have been told
and there are no more to tell;
for all that we could’ve done
which we didn’t do

we’ll all be in hell
we’ll all be in hell.