In the land of the heores
The ground is not mine
In the land of the pure
There's no place for cry

Just wait for the end, the end of the road
Have faith for the end, the end of the cold
Even jesus can't help me, i feel so old

This is the end, the beginning of a soul
This is the end, the end of the hole
Where do i begin, when there's nothing to lose?
Who is to find? this foolish looser

There are things i have done
I regret, i miss the sun
But is the end, now she's gone