Abandon all hope, ye who enter here

End Times

Omnius

Those dreams you had turned true

Those dreams where you can't move or scream

Where fear is all you know

Paralyzed and helpless, held

Unreal forces, lives unbled

The Nothing has you now

It's moving slow

Paralyzed, your breath's a-hold

You know the center cannot hold

The Beast is in the desert running slow

Widening gyre closes in

On your life, your dreams and sins

The pendulum may swing again, you hope

The time is now to break the hold

Of unreal powers as our lords

Slay those who'd use your innocence

The End Times aren't as final as we think

The war of Light and Dark is near

The war of True and False is near

The war on my own world is drawing near

The Beast's hour comes at last

It slouches towards Washington

Slouches towards Jerusalem

To Munich, Brussles and Stockholm

Slouches to Betlehem to be born