How long will we lust after earthly appointments and earthly power?
As the world's largest 'democracy' turns kingmaker,
Why choose we amongst those that are merely men
Whose sway extends but a breath in time?
I am asked to say,
Justice delayed is not justice denied
If an injustice toward our yeoman lies without atonement,
A time comes, I hear its footsteps at our very door,
When atonement will be required of us.
Why does evil prosper forever?
Yea, not forever, I am asked to say,
The reign of good comes; I hear its footsteps at our very door
For the evil man, it comes inexorable, unending and unendurable
Unanswerable, a crushing weight, a fatal wound with no remedy
Yea, the reign of good comes; I hear its footsteps at our very door.
I see a bloody cross
A symbol of foolishness and weakness this day
Yet I see it - a blazing unquenchable fire that consumes all
Today we nail One to that cross and think, here is an end of it
But in the day that comes, I hear its footsteps at our very door,
Trapped without escape we will be, every last one
Unless refuge we find under the wings of that very Cross, today
Do not worry about the cause of justice, goodness and love
Today weak, desolate and friendless
Their Embodiment does not slumber, nor sleep in stupor
The Timekeeper stands alert, if merely silent
For the appointed day
You asked for justice, goodness and love
And finding none defended, denied the Timekeeper
When the reign of good comes, I hear its footsteps at our very door,
It will last till all evil is purged forever from all memory
Even now I hear trumpets. I see seals opened
That had been shut for eons
Like a nuclear station where the alarm ceaselessly blares
When all hope is gone
All around me every thing hisses, get out of here while you can
We can cover you no more
The reign of good comes, I hear its footsteps at our very door
Inside me is calm without a ripple, for I am now good
Because I have been washed clean by Divine Blood
A pristine cleanliness in a restless corrupted sea
Look up, not down
Look up - the sky itself speaks;
Now look around - the nations speak too
Mighty rivers even now dwindle into children's brooks
Petty kings today, gone forever tomorrow
Precious black flow,
Even now it keeps the wheels turning
But while the nations bustle about,
It dries imperceptibly
The reign of good comes, I hear its footsteps at our very door
When no one cares for the precious black flow anymore
And of that Sacred Mount,
That City of God,
That chosen race of God
Take careful heed today
The reign of good comes, I hear its footsteps at our very door
Those ancient gates fling open
Glorious, for The One to Whom His people gather
There will be no more rubble or smoking grave pits
The Sacred Mount will be exalted above all the mountains
To it will all earth's people stream
From it will flow life-giving streams
That heal the earth
The reign of good comes, I hear its footsteps at our very door
When the earth's riches will be replenished and free
And no one complain of want
Good will reign, justice will be crowned
Love will be the imperishable jewel
The Rightful King rules in righteousness and justice
There will be no usurper, no snake at His heel
No intrigues, no desolations
The earth will be full of the Glory of its Rightful King
Righteousness like a never-failing stream,
Justice a river flowing forever
Rain in its season and fruit in abundance
Every man under his own vine and fig tree
But lo! Twixt this day and that
Evil bursts forth!
The Warrior King even now prepares His holy right arm
Which brings Him victory
And the evildoers sit at tables
Speaking untruths to each other with grave countenance
The chosen race we will destroy, they say
Conspirators band together, masters of intrigue
Those that speak of destroying entire peoples
In the quiet of power's tall corridors
Look! War and not peace
Deceit and not truth!
And yet, the reign of good will unfailingly come
I yet hear its footsteps at our very door!
Come, do not tarry;
The trumpets, the trumpets,
Seals you never knew, now opening
The four winds of the earth
This is not the time to build houses
Or treasures on earth
What can be shaken will surely be shaken
So that what is unshakeable can be clearly seen
Come you now to that lonely hill
On which, many eons ago,
You killed One you thought was a mad Carpenter
Come now, there is refuge there, even a fortress
And you will come to no harm
Your soul preserved for when the reign of good comes
I hear its footsteps at our very door!
