Tensions building as the earth’s about to blow
No one wants to be alive
Situations heated coming from below
Fists are clinched and men will die
Anarchy raging as a bowls about to spill
To give a dose of death to die
Bronze feet aglow as the armies spin their wheels
The demon dance is done, the Son of Man we hear His cry
Every tongue and nation
They will knell this day
As they meet creation
His will will have its way
