Final Hour Songtext
von Black Stone Machine

Upon burial ground, still warm by blood
One flame of hope that stands alone
But now it seems that even hope has turned to dust
Walking through reflections of places, long gone
The subhuman race that pulls the strings
The one decides what future brings
Control so much power
Or for them is just another game
Another round in this final hour


The masters gather might
Paranoia
The final hour comes
The masters gather might
Paranoia
The final hour comes
We live with borrowed time

When the daybreak reveals, figures as paper burned
And their eyes of glass stearing at the sun
When the nuclear winter covers the light
So much death and destruction for what
We live in a society,the curse of apathy
Behold the new improved age of atrophy
And we rape the earth and give to our sons
A planet that will burn in the fire

The masters gather might
Paranoia
The final hour comes
The masters gather might
Paranoia
The final hour comes
We live with borrowed time