As I stood upon the meadow
In a summer wind today
Watching while the long grass
Did its afternoon ballet
Came like mountain thunder
Hoarse when angels cry
Apocalypse is now, mankind
The time has come to die
Soon the valleys of the Earth
Will be cracked and pulled aside
And a scorching sea
Will flow out on the land
Rising always higher
'Til its finally left facing
Just its own reflection
Blazing in the sun
Just its own reflection
Blazing in the sun
Reliving every feeling
As I watch my life go by
And I see me living look like
Only learning how to die
Because the narrow road that I walked on
That I should have turned away
The fear I did not feel love
As I met my death today
Apocalypse was written by Peter Lewis.
Apocalypse was produced by The Call & Michael Been.