While the World Burns (Repainted)-Svavar Knútur/Helene Bøksle

Some people say the end is near and some say that it's already here. But I won't feel the slightest fear, if my arms are full of you. Maybe we will suffocate on poison fumes and clouds of hate. But I don't care about my fate, if my arms are full of you. I just want to hold you while the world burns. Let it burn, burn, burn. Crushed by the oceans mighty waves or ripped apart by robotic slaves. I won't mind the crowded graves, if my arms are full of you. Burned alive by bitter ash or a supernovas blinding flash. I won't feel that biting lash, if my arms are full of you. I just want to hold you while the world burns. Let it burn, burn, burn. I just want to hold you while the world burns. Let it burn, burn, burn.