Feel the faith, roll the dice A lonely ride out of the beaten track The sun down, during its race, will evaporate All the sap of my mind I'll be there, running wild Hearing their voices til the end of time I'll be there, crying eyes Hearing their voices til the end of time The end of time The end of time The end of time The end of time That awful god, during its race Will make me the Maddest man on earth I feel the great Time is now The sins seem better Than what they were