Avalon

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?