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