Jim Johnston, Shaman’s Harvest - End Of Days (The Corre) lyrics
[Jim Johnston, Shaman’s Harvest - End Of Days The Corre lyrics]
I'll be your end of days
Black robed judges bring the gavel down
Goodbye, tell me all the ways
That I went wrong they'd lock us up forever
Give 'em half a chance
Out of sight, out of mind, same old dance
Keep the rebels down!
Kill their every sound!
The more you try and silence me
The more I'm gaining ground!
Painted smiles, glad hands, pick your pocket
Money gone
Laughing to themselves then they turn away
Make up any promise but they
Go and sell your future
We all had a vote, tell me who's to blame
I've had enough, I'll make 'em see
They'll never take another drop
Of blood from me
Your judges fouled their final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I
See them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days
Black robed judges bring the gavel down
Goodbye, tell me all the ways
That I went wrong they'd lock us up forever
Give 'em half a chance
Out of sight, out of mind, same old dance
Keep the rebels down!
Kill their every sound!
The more you try and silence me
The more I'm gaining ground!
Painted smiles, glad hands, pick your pocket
Money gone
Laughing to themselves then they turn away
Make up any promise but they
Go and sell your future
We all had a vote, tell me who's to blame
I've had enough, I'll make 'em see
They'll never take another drop
Of blood from me
Your judges fouled their final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I
See them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days