Tensions building as the earth’s about to blow No one wants to be alive Situations heated coming from below Fists are clinched and men will die Anarchy raging as a bowls about to spill To give a dose of death to die Bronze feet aglow as the armies spin their wheels The demon dance is done, the Son of Man we hear His cry Every tongue and nation They will knell this day As they meet creation His will will have its way Reach the sky End of days All bow down So amazed