End of All Song
As the fire in the streets and the blood on the walls
Reflects in the light of the moon
The sound of tanks and the failing banks
Echo like an empty tomb
So we raise a final toast to the soulless winners
And the empty boasts of the rulers
Crushing the spirit of the doomed
They came for the writers who disagreed, made them disappear
They came for the poets and the dreamers with no hesitation or fear
Now they search for the minstrels
Who preach against the tyranny and the wrong
As the sirens scream a eulogy to the end of all song
As the soldiers march to an early grave, the drummer boy kept the beat
As the men all around fell to the ground he stayed on his feet
When the last bullet fired and the echoes died
The men on the run heard the sound of the drum
Calling like a beacon to the hills
They came for the writers who disagreed, made them disappear
They came for the poets and the dreamers with no hesitation or fear
Now they search for the minstrels
Who preach against the tyranny and the wrong
As the sirens scream a eulogy to the end of all song
As the fire in the streets and the blood on the walls
Reflects in the light of the moon
The sound of tanks and the failing banks
Echo like an empty tomb
And so we raise a final toast to the soulless winners
And the empty boasts
And who will strike the final gong to the end of all song?
Reflects in the light of the moon
The sound of tanks and the failing banks
Echo like an empty tomb
So we raise a final toast to the soulless winners
And the empty boasts of the rulers
Crushing the spirit of the doomed
They came for the writers who disagreed, made them disappear
They came for the poets and the dreamers with no hesitation or fear
Now they search for the minstrels
Who preach against the tyranny and the wrong
As the sirens scream a eulogy to the end of all song
As the soldiers march to an early grave, the drummer boy kept the beat
As the men all around fell to the ground he stayed on his feet
When the last bullet fired and the echoes died
The men on the run heard the sound of the drum
Calling like a beacon to the hills
They came for the writers who disagreed, made them disappear
They came for the poets and the dreamers with no hesitation or fear
Now they search for the minstrels
Who preach against the tyranny and the wrong
As the sirens scream a eulogy to the end of all song
As the fire in the streets and the blood on the walls
Reflects in the light of the moon
The sound of tanks and the failing banks
Echo like an empty tomb
And so we raise a final toast to the soulless winners
And the empty boasts
And who will strike the final gong to the end of all song?
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