End of the Age

When the lights are down and your blood runs cold
 Then you know what you fear most is growing old
 The clock winds down and the bells will toll
 For the dawn that follows may require your soul
 Through the narrows
 There are few who pass
 Only the chosen enter in
 Seek your calling while it may be found
 For the sand in the hourglass is falling
 We hang in the balance one by one
 Turn from your ways, the voice is calling
 And fear the end of the age
 Now the evil deed never goes unseen
 And the wisdom of your wise men is unclean
 For the pride of life and the lust for gain
 Is a sickness of the heart, the mark of Cain
 Through the narrows
 There are few who pass
 Only the chosen enter in
 Seek your calling while it may be found
 For the sand in the hourglass is falling
 We hang in the balance one by one
 Turn from your ways, the voice is calling
 And fear the end of the age
 Sword and shield
 The right hand of power's protecting us, directing us
 He'll reveal the glory that's only His own
 With a fire in the sky
 When the mountains fall and the Heavens roar
 Then the reign of man will end forevermore
 And when the fools who believed in their empty ways
 Will be witness to a world that's set ablaze
 For the sand in the hourglass is falling
 We hang in the balance one by one
 Turn from your ways, the voice is calling
 And fear the end of the age
 Fear the end of the age
 The end of the age