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?