THE OUTRO

Words by A. Jost

Music by B. Lehrbach / A. Jost

Ó  2002 by FORCE MAJEURE

It smells like faded plants

They bloomed before they came

Blood clungs on their hands

Around of me the life I know is gone

Dust lies on my body

Sweat devours, the skin

The hope is far away from me

`Cause we have done a sin

It means to be or not to be, four horsemen bring our destiny

We tried to understand, and realize that this must be the end

Earthquakes shaking the world

Thousands dying before their time has come

One by one and side by side

They have to go before their life is done

Dark clouds are rolling by

And heaven shows a red

And the lords we had obeyed

They laid us in a deep cold bed

The souls which hadn't their lifes

Are ringing the golden bell

For those poor dogs who had survived

To announce them the trip to hell

It means to be or not to be, four horsemen bring our destiny

We tried to understand, and realize that this must be the end

Burning houses next to me

A mother's crying for her little child

The world's changing in a burning sea

That's the fact or our apple bite

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