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’