At The 11th Hour

This is us; the failed humankind
We worship flesh and blood
Heart of Man, battlefield of greed
In the end we gave in.

We bury our ancestors
But no one to bury us
We told ourselves we would be free
But there's nothing to be free of.

We were here, we designed
Our own disaster
The cost of Life, we pay for our Earth in blood
Took more than we gave
Hear the drums, they're closing in on us
The future drawing in
I feel him, the Horseman close by
The end is closing in.

Here we stand, the people of destruction
We cut our wounds, the blood we share with Earth
We tried so hard, but only got so far
United we stand facing our end
No more will we see the sun rise.

World in pain, hurt no more
Heart of Man, blind to the world.

Open your eyes! You brought this sorrow upon yourself
Heart of Man, His Royal highness awaits.

The throne you built was made by the roots of greed
Crumbling down and brings you on your knees.

You bury your ancestors
But neglect their mistakes
As you try to find someone
To blame for your own misfortunes.

The Pale horseman will ride behind you, haunt you
Here be no gods, no moral relief
As he claims you once and for all!

Once and for all.