Jill Tracy
Doomsday Serenade
We'll meet again, my dear, on DoomsdayPigs will be flying through the skyUpon the 12th of NeverHalf a quarter past foreverStricken with the RaptureWe will watch the world's demiseWe'll meet again, my dear, on DoomsdayA hint of Armageddon fills the airNow that Hell has frozen overAnd the sun is growing colderWe'll be drawing closerBecause there's no more time to spareWe'll meet again, my dear, on DoomsdayA shower full of frogs and toadsBut as bleak as it may beApocalyptic reverieHand in hand we'll tiptoeThrough the carcasses and bonesThe air is too thin to breath on DoomsdayAt last we face the reckoningAnd blood will fill the seaCobwebs will cover you and meAs flames engulf the remnantsOf this grand catastropheIt's Doomsday
From Letras Mania