Eve of the End

		A spectacular view A world of our own Looking like giants Tasting the sweet Our minds are in focus Our pleasure discreet It’s the eve of the end We stand tall on a hill Playing our song Touching the clouds Looking down Waiting is over The taunting had stopped Looking like giants We ride with the strong This must be heaven All doubts are proven wrong		It’s the eve of the end We stand tall on a hill Playing our song Touching the clouds Looking down This must be heaven All doubts are proven wrong It’s the eve of the end We stand tall on a hill Playing our song Touching the clouds Looking down