A light shines down from up above
It washes away the darkness and hate that sealed our fate
As we face
The second coming
The final judging
There will be no running
From the second coming
It's over now the trumpet sounds
All eyes glued to the sky
The price of your sin, the fire begins
The wicked fall down to the ground
I know I'm no saint I did the best that I could
Now I pray for grace as we face
The second coming
The final judging
There will be no running
From the second coming
Now it's
The second coming
Now it's
The second coming
What side of grace will I find
After I face
The second coming
The final judging
No time for running
From the second coming