...And the sun finally set into the west br The hours of grace flapped her wings into her nest br The end is here, the heroes are gone br The time is set upon the bridge of hope br We have few minutes to the end, what can we do? br The field will be set on fire and there re much unsaved br The tears of mercy has outrun the rivers br Who can bear the terrible day of the Lord? br Prophesies wept the tears of woes br Men would not stand the Lord in battle br Yet the walls of deceptions has enslaved him br Do not fold your arms ye called of God br Saddle the horse, the ride is not over br Take with you the beacon of the gospel br Let's ride over the bridge of the sinister br Let's break into the shadows to unveil the cloak of ignorance br Bring again the dawning of hope br Ride against the tide, sail against the storm br Set into the harvest the field is ripe br Evangelize! The end is nigh.