Can you feel it coming?
Can you feel it closing in?
Looming all around us
A horror waiting to begin
Smell it in the air
A sense of havoc growing strong
The tides about to turn
Poised to take us down

And one by one we'll fall, giants side by side
And one by one we'll fall, the irony of our end

Rage of silence builds
A calm that's so deceitful
We're our own prey
Watching the night fall
We can not stop this
It pulls us under
The tides now turning
Poised to strike us down

And one by one we'll fall, we'll slowly disappear
And one by one we'll fall, our darkest day draws near

We had it in our hands; we thought we had the power
But control was an illusion that finally defied us
Took it all for granted, too little was too late
Finally catching up to us, grandeur has a heavy cost

Burn the world around us, incinerate the skies
Fading into nothing, but what did we expect?
Now the final fury of our final hopes
In awe of what we've done, so beautiful to watch

Copyright: ROBERT VIGNA D/B/A FOUR KRODS IN A POD MUSIC
Writer(s): ROBERT VIGNA, ROSS DOLAN