in the Apocalyptic age trees will grow blue

groot zien aub geen knip of plakwerk Apocalypse (P. Lewis) 1. As I stood upon the meadow in the summer wind today Watching while the long grass did it's afternoon ballet There came like mountain thunder, the Horseman angel's cry Apocalypse is now mankind, your time has come to die 2. Soon the valleys of the earth, will be cracked and pulled aside And the scorching sea will flow out from the land Rising always higher, till it's finally left facing Just it's own reflection blazing in the sun Just it's own reflection blazing in the sun 3. Reliving every feeling as I watched my life go by I could see my living look like only learning how to die For the narrow road that I walked on, that I could have turned away Was the fear that I did not feel of, as I met my death today @Moby Grape