Lyrics Misanthrope Count Mercyful - Last Living Man

The empty skies are around
Can’t find no place to run
You’re must be blind and sick
The end is near and freak

Near...

You don’t know when
The end is
But it’s coming fast
Last living man

There is no truth
There is no love
There is no pain
Last living man

All your hope is the sun
You will see in your hands
You need someone who show
The sleeping fear lands

Fear...

The man who
Raised in a form
Of living Hell on Earth
You have no choice

You want to taste
Our unknown world
Our world is in deconstruction