| The destiny of a foretold truth holds |
| a lightning glimpse as a play before our eyes |
| The wisdom of our age is rapidly withdrawn, |
| eyes asleep shall surely awake |
| The four winds raging in union |
| Forcing the sun to go black |
| The day of wrath |
| Call out the sinners |
| When our world collides |
| Behold, the day of wrath |
| We take our last breath |
| Our spines have cold shivers |
| Before the great beyond |
| Staring eyes are a burning fire, |
| a bullet confronting the paths of our lives |
| A trigger pulled is a settled judgment, |
| leaving us with a shut mouth |
| On display we close our eyes, |
| as they unfold our measures of hate |
| The core of our hearts will fail or prevail, |
| proving our spiritual state |
| Awake to see our last day’s horror |
| On the field of judgment |
| Discern the secrets of God |
| The key to your escape |
| The ground is shaking beneath us |
| Our earth is going down |
| The last man is counted |
| It’s all consumed in fire |
| The four winds raging in union |
| Forcing the sun to go black |
| The day of salvation |
| Call out the saints |
| When our world collides |