• Don’t you know my Angel and I
    We stood out in the rain one night.
    The two of us, we talked and we shouted,
    We hugged and we kissed.

    My Angel, she pressed her lips to mine.
    The gift she left me then was just so divine
    That as my Angel turned to leave, nothing could I do,
    But stand dumbfounded and mesmerized
    As I watched her spread her wings and learn to fly.

    She left me in this world of hell
    And she left me to frolic in paradise.
    She left us, left her body but took her soul,
    To join the chorus up above on the cloudy atoll.

    I swear to you, the heavens as my witness
    That when my Angel turned to leave that day in the rain,
    The Devil himself could never be so excited
    As he gripped my shoulder and whispered to me;

    Welcome to the end.

    Welcome to the end, he whispered in my ear.
    Welcome to the end, where I am all and God is none.
    Where the demons sing and the angels scream,
    Where souls lie buried though their vessels run free.

    This is the end, he showed me with a bony hand
    Which peeked out from his tattered black sleeve.
    This is the end, where it rains of fire, never water,
    Where the nightmares roam free.

    Come and take a walk with me, he persuaded.
    And walk did we.
    As with each step his skull cane hit the broken road like a heartbeat,
    We walked together through the world that had become mine.

    It is a place of chaos and insanity,
    Both as perfect as can be.
    A place where no dreaming during the night is most wanted,
    For in most dreams, it is the death of me.

    The end is a place where 666 hits the jackpot,
    And 777 means you’re doomed.
    Where the sky grows green and long,
    And the grass is always baby blue.

    The Devil and I walked through the world
    Where War is favored and Peace is feared.
    Where the flags fly upside down,
    And they are never at half mast.

    The doves fly alone,
    He told me as we ventured down the broken road.
    Here, the ravens fly in pairs.
    Welcome to the end my friend.

    I welcome you to the end, the Devil whispered to me.
    He turned to face me and his glowing red eyes gleamed.
    And as the two of us stood in neither heaven nor hell,
    His skeletal smile glistened as we looked at the end.

    This is your end, whispered he in that raspy voice.
    And for this, there is only one thing you must do.
    Take this knife, or perhaps this bottle of pills,
    And one night when you feel dead, you may do with it what you will.

    And don’t you know that the Devil, persuasive is he,
    He too turned to leave.
    Left me to stand alone, looking at my end,
    And heck was I tempted to stay.

    But something touched my shoulder,
    Not something which was dead, but rather full of life.
    And she had found me, had touched my shoulder,
    And now it was her turn to play with my head.

    She, that Goddess of life, too whispered in my ear.
    Come back to me, pleaded she.
    Come back from the end.

    She reminded me of the joys we had shared,
    And suggested of the wonders to come.
    That Goddess had fallen to her knees, cried and begged,
    As she tried with all her heart to bring me back from the edge.

    And I’ll tell you, the Devil was not pleased.
    I knelt with her, and we kissed and wept.
    We promised that we’d fight together.
    We promised we’d run from the end together.

    My Goddess and I walked down the broken road of the end,
    Towards one of beautiful lines that is life,
    Which loomed faintly in the wild world which is neither heaven nor hell.

    And don’t you know, as the two of us continue to fight our way,
    The Devil himself stayed only one step behind us all the way.
    And though my Goddess and I try and fight,
    Never will I forget to hear him say,

    Welcome to the end.