Avalon - The Black League

Chaos.

Hysteria.

Madness Millennial

Men like flies in every corner

Hell-on-Earth and End-of-Time

These times and these places must be all wrong

It’s too damn hot or too damn cold, we must get out —

So down we go:

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Would you tell me which way the wind… blows?

A second chance.

A Second Coming

A second earth, a second birth, none of us will live to see

Now choose your side… Now choose your arms…

Now if you are with me, I can show the way —

Let us seize the day!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Avalon!

Would you tell me which way the wind…

Beggars moan in every corner

Avalon!

Preachers preach: «The End is Nigh!»

Avalon!

Infected blood, infested land

Avalon!

No World Without an End!

Avalon!

Now, I don’t want to heal the world!

Avalon!

And I don’t want to drop the bomb!

Avalon!

For it seems so close, yet so far away

Avalon!

There somewhere, Avalon!

Would you tell me which way the wind… blows?