Ahead of time, the hammer sounds for you;
The shattered realm around our hearts comes into view.
We are broken in two by the lies you told;
The reaper has come to collect your soul.

You’re feeling shattered, your body is in pieces;
They neglected to tell you your life was on the line.
Now broken down you see them, the deceivers;
Angels of the night working for the man of fire.

Nobody told you how it would all go down;
They left you there lonely, down there on the ground.
Killed for no reason, there is no reasoning with death.
He has come for you, he is here; it’s time to take your final breath.

The white light before you leads to a new kind of life;
A beautiful world, up above alongside God.
Heaven is waiting, it is time for you to enter;
Your body has been broken, but your soul lives on.

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