Our Lord Will Come

We live for the woods and the moon and the night
We cast aside those who are searching for light
We dream of the days when the dark lord will come
Preparing for doomsday the battle is won
You're searching for light, you're searching
For night
No one can tell you who is right!
A joy fills my hear which is blackened inside
Knowing my future will end at his side
The Earth with is pitiful creatures and men
Must suffer and cry slaying friend upon friend
Bells are ringing into the night
No ne knows who's right!
The time will come of the night without end
Coldness and hate - The most beautiful friend
Grim are the visions that live in my head
I hope that I live to see all of you dead
Listen, listen:
Now it's time to say goodbye
You can weep and you can cry
No more tears, little thing
No more tears
You'll be dead;
Forgetting your fears
The time has passed and we're the last
The last