The axe laid to the root cuts the hour into half Cuts the hour into half The falling sands of time are gone A raised hand abated and swears A raised hand abated and swears Before extending to the grains of sand Again to turn em back to Heaven Dont even try to run away For that hour youve been born into this world To take part of His suffering Out of space you may even fly Another Saviour you wont find In that sandglass youll remain a captive Wound up by the Watchmakers hand into the circle of life Into the circle of life Youre planted down by the rolls of thunder Everything that can be shaken quakes That can be shaken quakes To take part of His suffering, out of space you may even fly Another Saviour you wont find In that sandglass youll remain The sieve is placed, is placed below to gather only wheat into the barn
abated, sandglass, swears, shaken, quake