Until the End of Days - Times of Grace

Like withered tree in winter’s hold

Pieces falling all around

Sight lost in a once brilliant sky

Now reduced to shades of pale grey

What have I become?

What have I become?

My voice resounds, arms outstretched

Embrace the end of days

Reach to the skies, arms outstretched

Embrace the end of days

Fall apart, drifting down to the sound of mournful harmonies

Now my (now my) voice resounds (voice resounds)

What have I become?

I was looking for answers, trapped in a lonely state of mind

I was drifting and searching;

now my purpose is found

My voice resounds, guide my path

Until the end of days

Reach to the skies, deliverance

Until the end of days

I am steadfast, given sight

I shall stand until the end of days

Tear me apart, rip into my soul

I shall stand until the end of days

Arms outstretched to embrace

The end of days