Final Journey - Live, in Moscow, 2015

A feeling, a presence
 Time is of the essence
 A fear that you'll be left alone
 A warning, a presence
 Delivery of a message
 It's all there in the unknown
 Alerting, averting
 It's all disconcerting
 Shots ring out from afar
 Swerving, observing
 The sound is a piercing screech
 Of a speeding car
 It's your final journey
 Destination unknown
 On your final journey
 You'll be travelling alone
 A pitching and rolling
 Sensation controlling
 You strike while the iron's a glow
 Sensing the danger
 One look from a stranger just passing
 Somehow you know
 It's your final journey
 Destination unknown
 On your final journey
 You'll be travelling alone
 Urgent, urgent
 Somehow it's all converging
 Your instincts tell you to run
 Away from the blackness, the fear and the madness
 Onward, into the sun
 It's your final journey
 Destination unknown
 On your final journey