If one day remains and the truth is to end the glory, What picture will you paint this day If you fall into sleep, endless pain Wake up the sirens will scream your name
You will lose your soul and self-control Not even pictures can cover that pain
The scene on the screen temptations of healing ages The witch has now become your mate But the light in her eye is a fake One day she will burn and receive her fate
You must make a choice to which cross will you bow, only you can decide your own fate
Hail to the King Hail the keeper of the key Hail to the King Hail to the King
I know a place, with You I belong Let the millennium come The shine will be a journey to see In the morning days I won’t be afraid
In the morning days when the sun arises I will see your face and my life will never die
You travel in time to temples of death and glory In which temple will you pray one day Can’t you see victory pays a price Stop trembling and listen to my advice
I have made my choice I will pray to the cross, with the sign of a wounded lamb
So just listen to me through Christ you’ll be free Paint your picture in Gods holy hand