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 Cain      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      Sword and shield   The right hand of power's protecting us, directing us   He'll reveal the glory that's only His own   With 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