Stumbling backwards, I’ve nearly fallen From the garden to the grave Under the wreckage this great disaster Take me to my judgement day Now I wait, for the Hammer to Fall Bounded by the flesh Mortal we are but not for long Is this a land fit for a man of peace? Half of the pages I’ve left unwritten On display for all to see With fear in their eyes as they look upon me A withered man I used to be Now I wait, for the Hammer to Fall Bounded by the flesh Mortal we are but not for long Is this a land fit for a man of peace? At the gates, the sound of the choir Laughing at me while the flames growing higher Stray from the path that leads you to ruin Don’t lose yourself to the things that your doin’