Shadow Of Death — Believer

K. Bachman, J. Daub, D. Baddorf, H. Kraft

Running scared Fighting for your life Swords are drawn Midst the battle strife You feel your life slip away

Limbs grow numb Your flesh starts to burn Wounds grow deep Slowly you discern Your life blood will drain away

The sands of time Drain from the hourglass Your life thread Fraying in your grasp The gates of death draweth nigh

Morning dawns The sun begins to rise Blood and sweat Cloud your weary eyes Straining to view your cruel foe

Gripping fear No one can be seen Fighting air Yet your wounds bleed real You fight the Shadow of Death

Distant form, drawing into sight A man draws near With no armor for the fight Death thrusts the sword in His sight

Hope has gone Surely you must die Suddenly Through the blackened sky He rises and conquers death

We must die Our sins will bring us death At the end of Time Jesus Christ Death no longer reigns Human sacrifice