Predicting war, predicting life, predicting when disaster strikes
Living life, living death, living on borrowed time
End of time, end of days, end of all the things you save
See the future, see the past, what does he have in store...
Through the years, through the eyes and the lies
The world he sees has become no surprise
Through the years and the tears and the lies
Condemned to hell, condemned to fate, condemned to time
Sacrament, sacrilege, altar to a sacrifice
Smell the blood, smell the death, smell the stench of demons' breath
Filled with love, filled with hate, filled with hope that dissipates
Fallen hero, fallen god, fallen victims that we've become
Through the years, through the eyes and the lies
The world he sees has become no surprise
Through the years and the tears and the lies
Condemned to hell, condemned to fate, condemned to time
When you step into the circle prepare yourself as we choose your fate
As you're bleeding at the altar for your sins with blood you'll pay
Artist: Brook Benton
Artist: Millencolin
Artist: Space