The end of our story

They're burning witches tonight

The vampires crawl

The werewolves look for dinner

There's no hope for us all

They prey on your mind

To take you with them to hell

Hevean help us we must live to tell

Our story might end tonight

They're burning witches and books

And everything holy

They're burning everything they've damned

For His glory

This might be the end of our story

Angels sigh

We might die

For His Glory

If I go I spent a life praying to him

Where I go depends on what I've done

It depends on him