Sitting round in circles with your xenophobic views
One hand open, the other is a fist
Haven't seen a change in two hundred thousand years
Some things never made it to the list
Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of
You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us
Suspended in a sunbeam in a dark and empty void
The sentients upon a pale blue dot
See the orrery in motion as the stories shall unfold
We failed to see the twist inside the plot
Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of
You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us
Creeping through your window at night
Apophis is coming into the light
Defenceless as you sit in your room
He rattles your keyhole unlocking your doom
I started my return, you were still swinging in the trees
But soon you'll see my presence in the sky
April thirteen twenty nine
Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of
You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us
Creeping through your window at night
Apophis is coming into the light
Defenceless as you sit in your room
He rattles your keyhole unlocking your doom
Well on it's way now, the darkest hour that you're thinking of
You can't get away from Armageddon that it's bringing us
Creeping through your window at night
Apophis is coming into the light
Defenceless as you sit in your room
He rattles your keyhole unlocking your doom
Creeping through your window at night
Apophis is coming into the light
Defenceless as you sit in your room
He rattles your keyhole unlocking . . . unlocking . . . unlocking . . .
unlocking . . . unlocking . . .