This is the final curtain call...harvest these fields.
The composer is playing the finale.
Arms wide open, take me home,
Collect what's yours.
This is what I've been waiting for.
I don't desire, I don't want.
Recite, recite, recite...
Sing it again!
I don't want the blood of Adam,
But that is my curse.
The second hand is a hammer,
The hour won't pass you by.
Resurrect!
This is a reckoning!
The slaying of injustice.
Jesus, whenever you are ready...
Come and take me home.
Welcome the apocalypse!