Pessimistic Cynicism

There is nothing left, said the king to the priest
It's the end of days, they proclaimed to the beast.
The sky is falling, and the earth will split,
the chains fly around us, yet we do not submit.
We've been waiting for the end, wish it never came.
what's waiting around the bend, will not be the same.
The sky is falling, men are crawling
nations stalling, God's recalling us.

The choir sing of destruction and wrath
of the dark valley and golden path.
King of crowns fill us up the grail
for the broken, beaten, poor and frail.

The world is ending, Angels reap our souls,
demons are crawling from the molten holes.
The people are running the system is down
this circus is over, so send in the clowns.
We've been telling of this day and demanding the end.
From the blades of the heavens our flesh will rend.
world is ending, sins descending
death impending, God's recalling us.

The books tell of the ascension of men
in the pitch black alleys and opium dens.
Last will be