It won't discriminate
It will unleash its death
At this hour so late
Upon the righteous and wicked
It will pull all down
And will leave but a few
Souls around
All creation is groaning
In the pains of childbirth
The nations are shaking
All over the earth
The darkness is assembling
Its last fatal attempt
To burn out the light
All hell has been sent
These are the days
To lift up your heads
Your redemption draws near
Wake up from the dead
Christ is coming
To ever reign
And put an end
To all his children's pain
Keep the faith
Hold on tight
Though the enemy rages
At your little light
Shine it out
In these dark cold days
And hope will remain
For the soul who still prays
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