Sinister shadows veil a dark, chaotic stage,
Ominous thunder erupts in hate and rage,
Desolate sidewalks cast a fear upon the wind,
Evil awakens in the hearts of hopeless men,
In times like these I cannot walk; no, I must...
Run,
Oh, run through the blood-red moon to the breaking sun,
Oh, run,
Oh, run through the mouth of death to the risen one,
Oh, run,
Oh, run.
Tremors of helplessness rumble in my chest,
The mirror of midnight reveals my aging flesh,
Time is like water, wearing down a brittle stone,
Leaving a mystery that is known by God alone,
To him I go; I cannot walk; no, I must...
Run,
Oh, run through the blood-red moon to the breaking sun,
Oh, run,
Oh, run through the mouth of death to the risen one,
Oh, run,
Oh children, run.
There is no shelter when it all crashes in,
There is no other hope outside of him.
Run,
Run through the blood-red moon to the breaking sun,
Oh, run,
Oh, run through the mouth of death to the risen one,
Oh, run.
