The days we are living
Are days of tears and pain
No shelter under the sun
When the danger comes as rain
The years are becoming seconds
The mountains are becoming dust
We are the generation
Living under gust

Let the rain fall
Let the sun burn
Let the storm scream
Because the King will return

Nations in war
For gold and for lust
For things that one day
Will be eaten by rust

True is the word
In it we can trust
The Lord is our shelter
When we are under gust