It's the mystery of the ages, through the shifting sands of time
Words of prophets and of sages, making reason form the rhyme
Listen to the word (It's taking to you)
You can see the sun, but you fall to see the light
When you tell the truth, then you just repeat the lies
See the citizen of hell

Living out the contradiction, in a world of wicked ways
Begging for their lord's salvation, in the final daze (what will you do?)
See the door to sin, that door is always open
Take the fall again, until your heart is broken down
Turn you citizen of hell

See the men of earthly powers, see the lighting from the skies
See the blood of tribulation, all before your eyes (you're crying to live)
You can see the sun, but you fall to see the light
Can you tell the truth? you believe in your own lies
Low, the citizen of hell