Here we are, the end of the line
The world’s in flames, but I’m feeling fine
The fight’s over, my race is run
Never be sorry for what I have done
Oh, what have I done
Hey Saint Pete, how do I look
Sorry I didn’t spend my life reading your book
I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
I’m going down singing unholy hymns
Unholy hymn
I’ve been sent down under the mountain
Seven seals broken, the trumpets are sounding
We’re all stuck in Hell forever
At least we’ll be singing these hymns together
I’ll never fit into this storyline
I won’t eat your bread, I won’t drink your wine
I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
I’m going down singing unholy hymns
Mirth you Mark, Luke, and James
It’s time to march the saints to their graves
It’s me against the world in this fable
Which one is Cain and which one is Able?!
(I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
I’m going down singing unholy hymns
I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
I’m going down singing unholy hymns)
I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
I’m going down singing unholy hymns
I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
I’m going down singing unholy hymns
I’ll be fine, don’t pray for my sins
I’m going down singing unholy hymns!