the end is here and the end is now

why must the brave be dropped to the grave dazeing into the rays of death as ith they were the dimest sun knowing your life is done knowing your future involves a gun you can go and just run scorching flames atop crosses torchs lighting up as bright as day bloody blades and shattered dreams soliders raid throgh houses of innocent children how could this happen oh well cause the end is here and the end is now