Before the End Begins You feel the sting of time— Like a cut through the heart, We stand with open arms. The mystic breeze beneath the blood-red sun, In search of the silver bullet’s gun. Men turn to cursed zombies. One day will come when you realize: You’re just a breath of time. In the freezing cold, you stay defiant, Fading from winter’s wrath— Screaming to forgotten gods, Fallen from the light. Into the dark, where nothing’s bright, Forced beyond the flames. In shame, scorched to oblivion— The day will come. Born with no golden crown, Strangled by desire. Burned in Hell and fire— (Fire) Winter’s coming—no mercy. Forged darkness in a freezing flame. Winter’s coming—it’s all the same. The blood-red sky, Blood was spilled last night. From the burning deep, You hear the pain. Repent—it’s not in vain: Hell and fire (Pain)
