[K. Bachman, J. Daub, D. Baddorf, H. Kraft]      Running scared   Fighting for your life   Swords are drawn   Midst the battle strife   You feel your life slip away      Limbs grow numb   Your flesh starts to burn   Wounds grow deep   Slowly you discern   Your life blood will drain away      The sands of time   Drain from the hourglass   Your life thread   Fraying in your grasp   The gates of death draweth nigh      Morning dawns   The sun begins to rise   Blood and sweat   Cloud your weary eyes   Straining to view your cruel foe      Gripping fear   No one can be seen   Fighting air   Yet your wounds bleed real   You fight the Shadow of Death      Distant form, drawing into sight   A man draws near   With no armor for the fight   Death thrusts the sword in His sight      Hope has gone   Surely you must die   Suddenly   Through the blackened sky   He rises and conquers death      We must die   Our sins will bring us death   At the end of Time   Jesus Christ   Death no longer reigns   Human sacrifice