The end of time.

Lyrics:
(Intro — begins where the previous song fades out)
(Soft wind, faint echoes of the last line “...His holy name”)
In the hush that follows light,
The earth forgets the weight of night.
No heartbeats now, no cry, no flame,
Just endless peace that bears His name.

(Verse 1)
Time exhales its final breath,
And lays its head in quiet death.
The stars bow low, their stories told,
The hands of heaven let go their hold.

No people, just whispers — the end of all sound,
The Maker walks where men once were found.

(Pre-Chorus)
The veil is gone, the silence stays,
The dawn eternal, the end of days.

(Chorus)
These are the final hours,
Where night meets endless day.
The heavens burn with holy power,
And all that was fades away.
No crown, no name, no sound, no cry,
Just truth unbound beneath the sky.

(Verse 2)
The oceans still, the thunder sleeps,
Creation kneels, eternity weeps.
No tongues remain to curse or pray,
The Word Himself has the final say.

And in that light so fierce, so kind,
The blind shall see, the lost shall find.

(Pre-Chorus)
The veil is gone, the silence stays,
The dawn eternal, the end of days.

(Chorus)
These are the final hours,
Where shadows turn to flame.
The King of Wonders stands in power,
And every knee proclaims His name.
No pride, no pain, no sin, no scar,
Just endless love where the broken are.

(Bridge — slowly rising)
Can you hear it still… the sound of surrender?
It echoes now in every star.
The war is done, the wounds remembered,
But healed in light — they are what we are.

(Instrumental / Choir Interlude)
(Massive, slow, cinematic — choirs and distant bells, a swelling of finality.)
— The sound fades into near silence —

(Final Verse — whispered / spoken)
No people, just presence…
No sorrow, no need.
The earth breathes peace — at last, it’s freed.

From dust to flame, from faith to sight,
The Wonder remains… and there is light.

(Final Chorus — soft, fading)
These were the final hours,
Now time itself is gone.
The heavens sing forevermore,
The Lamb upon His throne.

No people, just glory…
No darkness, just fire.
The silence eternal —
The end… and the choir.

(Outro — pure ambience)
(Wind fades. A single sustained note. Then stillness.)

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