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