End of Times

Birds bathed in oil, cleaner than the minds
Burnt dry trees, more life than the scum
Three-eyed fish, they see beyond words
Headless creatures, they can still think more

Skulls on the floor, dark clouds in the sky
Broken bones, acid rains at night

At the end of time, innexistent evil
Flowers will be born, in the mummified eyeballs
Ah, ah, ah, ah, at the end of time, extinct beings
The sky will be clear, Sun will shine again

Hungry animals, healthier than souls
Devastated plants, more dignity than the coward
Three-eared primates, listen to the sounds of hope
Dismembered creatures, they can still do more

Oh, yeah