Totally Gnarly - Them Bastards Are Saints Lyrics

The Rapture is upon us, and judgement awaits
Do you know where you stand at the end of days!?
Welcome to the end of days hey hey
When you dance with the Devil there is gonna be Hell to pay
At the end of days
Throw a lamb to the slaughter, and try to keep the wolves at bay

White Horseman on the ride
Sent to conquer and divide, oh no
A pestilent bane sweeps through the land
Your fate in the hangman's hand
The end of days The end of days
No absolution for your sins
So begins the final reckoning
Welcome to the end of days hey hey
When you dance with the Devil there is gonna be Hell to pay
At the end of days
Throw a lamb to the slaughter, and try to keep the wolves at bay

Behold I've seen a Crimson steed
A blade that's cast to make Man bleed
And in his wake, the fogs of war
Remember what you're fighting for
The end of days
The end of days
No absolution for your sins
So begins the final reckoning

Famine swoops in, black cloak claims sky
Scales to judge who lives and dies
The blight are left to walk scorched earth
So tell me how can Hell be any worse
Pale rider rears, Hell at his heals
Scythe of death, your fate concealed
His flames engulf, your soul turns black
There is no turning back
The end