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 ♪ 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