作词 : Livgren 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 CainThrough 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 ownWith 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
作词 : Livgren 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 CainThrough 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 ownWith 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
