Eve of the End - Bang

A spectacular view A world of our own

Looking like giants Tasting the sweet

Our minds are in focus Our pleasure discreet

It’s the eve of the end We stand tall on a hill

Playing our song Touching the clouds Looking down

Waiting is over The taunting had stopped Looking like giants

We ride with the strong This must be heaven

All doubts are proven wrong It’s the eve of the end

We stand tall on a hill Playing our song Touching the clouds

Looking down This must be heaven

All doubts are proven wrong It’s the eve of the end

We stand tall on a hill Playing our song Touching the clouds

Looking down