Almost daylight, as the watch carries on he sees plans being laid  Always knowing, with the time coming near the ones who will be saved    Hear their laughter, as they gather around and watch a fool being stoned  Hear their whispers as he raises his eyes and warns of what he has told    And he calls to the world of the coming  In the end there'll be nothing left  Let me touch your soul I'll take you away    Shout it out  He calls to the world of the day of the coming  Shout it out  In the end you'll see his tears  Shout it out  He calls to the world of the day of the coming  Shout it out  There'll be nothing left but fear    And they're moving, to his chants as if he has touched powers above  His voice soothing, the mistrust in the eyes of those which he has come    [Bridge]    [Chorus]    Oh - almost daylight, as he gathers them all and cries for what he must see  In the darkened skies, he feels death descending with cold greed