The destiny of a foretold truth holds a lightning glimpse as a play before our eyes The wisdom of our age is rapidly withdrawn, eyes asleep shall surely awake The four winds raging in union Forcing the sun to go black The day of wrath Call out the sinners When our world collides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