So heavy…this loom's…don't you dare say…your bored…

Nothing like…the stir…the stir of affliction…

We wait up at night…our spirit is torn…

While the reaper is spiteful…watch him sweep the whole floor…

Malevolence waits…anticipates…the sun go…the sun go down…

Who is led by their faith…feel the test is right now………………….

by the dusk…By the night…contenders…are roused…

Calvaries knee deep…fallen angels are sweating the house…their sweating the house…

Nothing could be worse…than a soldier disarmed…

In our dwelling so peaceful…we don't think of the storm…

Until it passes so quickly…as to rise up the horns…see the rise of the horns…

The balance of things…has got…our attention…no there is nothing…so cruel…so cruel…

Then to watch the innocence marred…but as the wild…goes crazy…time we know who we are…

If this draws out your tears…that does not imply…that your frail…

Just gravity…of inferno…as it blazes up all of hell…

The endurance…is hardest…when the darkness…comes blinding…

No other way…for us…to conquer…our fears…

Feel the weather of brink…switch into gear…switch into…

Know as you rise…to the challenge…give your accord…

Know the dealer…can never…offer you more…

Know your role…know your place…in this battle of ages…