| When the day is done and the shadows are long
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| you can feel the weight of His eyes
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| when the clouds gather to hide the sun
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| you will hear His voice calling on the wind
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| For He is real
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| He who was begotten and not made
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| All was revealed in a prophet’s dream
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| The face of the Beast with ten horns and seven heads
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| who pulled a third of the stars down from the sky
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| For He is real
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| and He has existed for immeasurable time
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| He walks between the spaces and watches
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| from behind the veil of the sky
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| waiting for the Day of Wrath,
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| the Judgement of the Living and the Dead
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| When the signs are right and the stars are aligned
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| the gates will reopen and He will come through the void
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| from the dark unknown places of the smoky black Abyss
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| Life and death will be as one
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| as it was in the beginning
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| Ever a world without end
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| See the world is living in His shadow
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| All that was written has now come to pass
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| The time of doubt has come to an end
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| The Eye of Horus opens at last
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| As it was in the beginning and ever shall be |