(Kerry Livgren)
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When the light dies down and you blood runs cold
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Then you know what you fear most is growing old
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The clock winds down and the bells will toll
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For the dawn that follows may require your soul
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(Chorus)
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Through the narrows there are few who pass
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Only the chosen enter in
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Seek your calling while it may be found
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For the sand in the hourglass is falling
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We hang in the balance one by one
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Turn from you ways the voice is calling
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And fear the end of the age
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Now the evil deed never goes unseen
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And the wisdom of your wise men is unclean
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For the pride of life and the lust for gain
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Is a sickness of the heart, the Mark of Cain
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(Chorus)
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Sword and shield, the right hand of power's
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Protecting us, directing us
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He'll reveal the glory that's only His own
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With a fire in the sky
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When the mountains fall and the heavens roar
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Then the reign of man will end forevermore
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And the fools who believed in their empty ways
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Will be witness to a world that's set ablaze
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End Of The Age
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Kansas |