In the last of days
All good will fade away
What once was right
Will not alight

The hearts that chase the night
Found shelter in its might
Led the crowd astray, far away

The ungodly now obey
Pressure from the leading ones
The one that comes

Come ease the pain
Make all wrongs turn right
Shortly ease the pain
But your light is the night

Whispers in the air
Souls under constant strain
Radiation through our hearts, shelter me

God please guide my way
Shape me I am just clay
We are the (underground) resistance