R. O. Y.

Here's no salvation, Just race over the corpses, The end of civilisation has come , World is burning with thousand suns. Life becomes hunting, God’s absolutely tired We'll die, die my darling This is really our last night. Just bloody remains of you, And we see Him, Blow up, just bloody remains of you, chance of cure, baby. It started like a virus, Then there was a purge Around burning fires , who survived sought refuge in the church. Our old "Ford" 67th Our last adventure day , We didn't care - heaven or hell, death is our friend, to hell on the highway.