The End

The End

I live in a land of fire
And when my day is done.
I will be received by a heavenly choir
whether death comes by sword or gun
I will walk the streets of gold
And to my God I will hold
Shed for me no tears
and cast aside your fears
For I live on in paradise
Believe in the sacred sacrifice
and walk with me
Paid was the fee
for our transgressions
do not let your fortunes
be of earthly things
For you will be judged by the King of kings
When your day is done.