Evil Lurks

What evil lurks in the minds of men

It's evident in the air..

The blackened stains of the times

Are finally revealed,

There's pain and strife

The Widow screams

The child runs away

The reflection of all that's been done

Has taken place.

Oh... Don't you believe

The time of the times is on our hands

On our hands

The unrighteous ones,

Prevail not at all

They too must face the One

Who sits on the throne.

Men will devour one another

Like the wild beast of the field,

Hungry for blood and deception

When will it all yield,

Don't you believe

The time of the times is on our hands

The time of the times is on our hands

On our hands

We must all ride out to conquer sin

And seek what's pure in life

So we can be with Him

Pain and strife

The widow screams

The child he runs away

The reflection of all that's been done

Has taken it's place

Oh... Don't you believe

The time of the times is on our hands

Oh... Why don't you receive?