End of Days

The beheld you payed
Living at the end of days
Imagine Atlantis
Cough all the watery grave
In blood we play
In dusk city depraved
The gods are angry
Like sheep we were let stray
The stars in the sky
No longer show their face
Fell from sky hard
To set a world ablaze
The city tonight
Proverbs roam the place
You all look like angels
Come to save the grace
And they'll be landmines
In the promise land