Time's Like Molten Lead - AHAB

When ignorance is bliss

Our voices nothing but a sore hiss

We yearn for redemtion, for an end

Yet we keep heading on

While time`s expanding — running slow

Like streams of molten lead

In this moments of need

Our memories will soon be gone

There`ll be no end

There`ll be no end

No end

No end

No end

No end

Father, is this the end?