Doom’s Last Beacon

Watch the sky turn to stone...

The rivers run

with heavy lead

The shadows stretch across the clay

A final word

we left unsaid

As golden hours

fade to gray

Can you feel the tremble in the ground? (ooh)

This is the countdown on the wall

The final hour of the night

We watch the constellations fall

Into the blinding, quiet white

No shelter left to find

We leave it all behind

Watch the sky... (ahhhh)