There's a drumming in the distance
Far above the clouds, above the mountains
Sound cuts the sky like broken glass
And they say it's the end of the world
There's a whisper in the darkness
In the cracks between the rocks, in the damp
The fairy-things are buzzing
And they say it's the end of the world
There's a war upon the pavement
For this blood-spattered, filth-breathing city
Men in robes are weeping in the streets
And they say it's the end of the world
There's a strangeness in the morning
In the bleak sky, grey sky cracking
In the sunlight on the dew-damp trees
Far cry from the end of the world