Troubadors Of The Apocalypse Lyrics

A man rides alone
Down an old dusty road
He can tell that the end is at hand
But the gun at his belt
And the guitar on his back
Are shimmering in the sand
When he sleeps
It's beds of nails
And when he smiles
It seems so frail
Then came the day when the sky turned black
He drew his pick
Just like a sword
And cut the clouds
With just a chord
He rode into town to warn them of the attack
The people laughed
Right in his face
And then they all
Were just erased
Condemned to awful black oblivion
He was the last
But time has passed
The land is bleak
And time is vast
And we alone stand ready, destiny's sons

Troubadors of the apocalypse
Troubadors of the apocalypse
We had no fuckin' choice,
We had to pay
Troubadors of the apocalypse
Troubadors of the apocalypse
And lightning strikes
The headstocks when we play
Destiny cannot account for this
Destiny cannot account for this
We're doomed to walk this world
Just like a stage
Troubadors of the apocalypse
Troubadors of the apocalypse
Our story just repeats
Its final page