Benjamin Blower - Better Be Ready текст песни

Better be ready when the sun turns black
Better be ready when the moon turns red
Better be ready when the Son comes back
Better be ready when He wakes the dead
Better be ready when the stars fall down
Better be ready when the stars fall down
Better be ready when the stars fall down
Better be ready when they hit the ground

Striking the earth with the rod of His mouth
With a hand to the north and a foot to the south
With His winnowing fork cut the wheat from the chaff
With His winnowing fork cut the good from the crap

Smashing up the tables and breaking down chains
Lighting up the mountains and beating down the wave
Tearing up the curtain in the holy place
Lifting up the veil from her beautiful face

Better be ready when the sun turns black
Better be ready when the moon turns red
Better be ready when the Son comes back
Better be ready when He wakes the dead

Hauling the world through the holes in His hands
With the stripes on His back he'll be healing the lands
Calling to you all and He's making a stand
Drawing a 1000 mile line in the sand

Writing down the law in the flesh of your heart
Calling when you wander to the left or the right
Beginning to the end and the end from the start
The logos in the chaos and the light in the dark

Better be ready when the sun turns black
Better be ready when the moon turns red
Better be ready when the Son comes back
Better be ready when He wakes the dead
Better be ready when the stars fall down
Better be ready when the stars fall down
Better be ready when the stars fall down
Better be ready when they hit the ground