Chaos. Hysteria. Madness Millennial, Men like flies in every corner. Hell-on-Earth and
End-of-Time. These times and these places must be all wrong. It's too damn hot or too
damn cold, we must get out – So down we go:
Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Would you tell me
which way the wind... blows?
A second chance. A Second Coming. A second earth, a second birth, none of us will live to
see. Now choose your side... Now choose your arms... Now if you are with me, I can
show the way – Let us seize the day!
Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon!Avalon! Would you tell me
which way the wind...
Beggars moan in every corner

Avalon! Preachers preach: "The End is Nigh!"
Avalon! Infected blood, infested land,
Avalon! No World Without an End!
Avalon! Now, I don't want to heal the world!
Avalon! And I don't want to drop the bomb!
Avalon! For it seems so close, yet so far away
Avalon! There somewhere, Avalon!
Would you tell me which way the wind... blows?