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The wisdom of our age is rapidly withdrawn,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