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...      Beggars moan in every corner   Avalon! Preachers preach: "The End is Nigh!"   Avalon! Infected blood, infested land,   Avalon! No World Without an End!   Avalon! Now, I don't want to heal the world!   Avalon! And I don't want to drop the bomb!   Avalon! For it seems so close, yet so far away   Avalon! There somewhere, Avalon!   Would you tell me which way the wind... blows?