It is the darkest hour,
The time has passed away,
No more will the sky be blue,
It is the end of days,
Out among the field,
My hands are cracked and bruised,
I feel the falling rain,
I hear the thunder boom,
I feel a change coming,
I hear the distant rumbling,
I feel the earth shake,
The heavens are about to break,
O Harvester, I beg thee come,
And reap what you have sown,
The time is near, the hour is here,
So, save us from our woe,
Gather up the last good fruit,
And curse this rotted tree,
Jesus, come, and pluck us up,
And burn these wicked weeds,
Burn them, burn them down,
Ahead is the hardest part,
I know it's my part to play,
And though, I will suffer much,
The tears will be wiped away,
A fool builds his house on the sand,
And drinks from the bitter sea,
The smell of death is strong,
And the smoke makes it hard to see,
I feel a change coming,
I hear the distant rumbling,
I feel the earth shake,
The heavens are about to break,
O Harvester, I beg thee come,
And reap what you have sown,
(Reap what you have sown)
The time is near, the hour is here,
So, save us from our woe,
(Save us from our woe)
Gather up the last good fruit,
And curse this rotted tree,
(Curse this rotted tree)
Jesus, come, and pluck us up,
And burn these wicked weeds,
(Burn these wicked weeds)
Burn them, burn them down,
I've been drenched in autumn rain,
The wind blows through my hair,
Blinded eyes and muted skies,
The savor of despair,
Carried on through desperate odds,
Fire burns inside,
The rotten tree beneath my feet,
I will not denied,
O Harvester, I call you down,
Do what must be done,
Take revenge upon this world,
For every drop of blood,
We call to thee, we beg you see,
Our blood calls from the grave,
Our final cries, our sacrifice,
Jesus, we must be saved,
Harvester come, harvester come,
Harvester come and save us,
Harvester come, harvester come,
Harvester come and save us,
Harvester come, harvester come,
Harvester come and save us,
Harvester come, harvester come,
Harvester come and save us!