Lest time takes its toll.
Waning evening sun,
The dawn of the night.
"the moon will turn red,
and the sun will not give its light"
What are you doing?
The sun will fall.
When night dawns,
They will scatter in despair.
But you'll all be in the Streets of gold
Taken.
You,
Who are beacons of light,
Light in the darkness.
Quick be a light for them,
Lest time takes its toll.
Rise and fight,
Bring up your polished swords,
Storm the rusty gates of hell.
Plant a church there,
At those rusty gates.
Lest time catches up too fast.
And the gates of hell will not prevail.
That church, the light in the darkness.
The gates of hell will not prevail.
