A Calling of the End Times

[Theatrical Opera] [Duet] . [Elizabeth] At last, the hour is upon us, A time to ignite, to embrace . The colossal chaos we conjure. We summon the dead, reborn, To serve their masters. . . [Elizabeth - sad] We are the harbingers of doom, Inescapable, sowers of turmoil. [Elizabeth and John] Ah, ah, woah, oh, ooh. Ooh! [Elizabeth] Armies of bones and decay March forth, leaving ruin in their wake. . [John - angry] Our lords, the judges above, [Elizabeth and John] Ah, ah, woah. [John] Darkness murmurs, Murmuring of death, despair, and plague. The age of civilization, distant call This is the path of chaos . . [John - serious] Determination conjured from the deep Deepest and darkest chasm Of hellfire... March forth, leaving ruin in their wake. . [Break] [Stop] [Break] [Stop] . . . . . [Man - angry] Our lords, the judges above! What must they think of us? . . Darkness murmurs, Murmuring of death, despair, and plague. The age of civilization, distant call This is the path of chaos . [Elizabeth and Man] Ah, ah, woah. . [Man] Determination conjured from the deep Deepest and darkest chasm Of hellfire... darkest chasm . Of hellfire... ... WHAT MUST THEY THINK?! [Interlude] [Fade Out] [Ending] [Fade] [end] [end}