In the end of the night clear and long
One hundred and forty four thousand strong
Much to do with the end of days
It looks like the world isn't changing its ways

It has to be a long time,
It has to be a long rhyme

Now we're looking at another way
Another playground for the children to play
Some of us will learn how to fly
Into a new clear blue sky

The world will shake and the wind will blow
The towers will fall down below
Seas will cover much of the land
See mother earth with her mighty hand