New World Symphony — Mob Rules

Strange desire burning in my head Taste of future, keep it secret till you're dead Endless sorrow tell the tales of time Think of future don't regret the unknown signs

That's over when the cold wind blows Right there the almighty power grows

Same old story, same old fate Script of mankind is the script of war and hate After darkness when the sun returns Think of future, don't regret and try to learn

That's over when the cold wind blows Right there the almighty power grows

When the war is over now Then they all get up and the rain comes down Holy smoke and water falls And signs of future life