City sanded by the sea salt air corrodes the tone
This temperate climate makes no sensual snow
A drive by mountains full of demons
Molten devils boil
The desert road is closed to all
Except the few who made it through
To the frozen falls
Ancient mystic soda cans are piled beneath trees
The pines of distant forests are diseased
People crushed inside a time bomb burning in the sun
The UV rays will kill us all
Except the few who made it through
To the frozen falls
Silver streets found orphans feet
My holy shiver sold
And He shall bend His back for the one's less bold
Frozen falls good fellows
Bent upon the road
An arc is formed, a glacier born
And I have been foretold
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He is coming
He is coming
He is coming, he is coming
He is coming, he is coming
He is coming, he is coming
He is coming, he is coming
He is coming, he is coming
He is coming, he is coming
He is coming, he is coming
He is coming, he has come