The streets are all empty with no one to roam

Nobody is knocking, and there’s no one at home

All the soft comforts have turned into stone

An empty can rattles amongst mountains of bones

How could they have known they were on the eve of destruction?

Never any winners in the games that they played

Binding no mercy in the gods they portrayed

Their hearts became empty, alone and afraid

Standing for nothing, their purpose decayed

Their bed had been made, they were on the eve of destruction

Brandishing axes, chopping down trees

To carve out the ark now adrift on the seas

But it’s sails remain empty, they capture no breeze

Millions of people asleep on their knees

Refusing to see, they were on the eve of destruction

The pyres were assembled and soon set to flame

To Burn all the witches they had chosen to blame

Shouting in anger their pride knew no shame

Reducing to ashes what they could not tame

It’s always the same, upon the eve of destruction

How could they know they were on the eve of destruction

No seed left to sow, they were on the eve of destruction

Someone to blame upon the eve of destruction

It’s always the same upon the eve of destruction