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?