(Verse 1)I used to walk a blind man's road, and roll the loaded diceI thought my hollow rituals would suffice to pay the priceI stood before the mirror, proud of all that I had doneBlind to the shadow creeping in, outrunning the setting sunThen the pages started bleeding, and the words began to screamA terrifying waking from a dead man’s comfortable dreamFor the iron gavel's rising, and the executioner is knownAnd you will stand there naked, shivering, and completely alone(Chorus)Oh, it’s a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living GodWhen you’re sinking in the quicksand, rejecting mercy's rodThe furnace of His holiness will burn your flesh awayAnd all your silver and your gold can't buy another single dayYes, it's a fearful thing to stand before the Judge upon the throneWhen the darkness calls your name, and reveals you're not His own(Verse 2)The scoffers whisper in the dark that judgment's far awayThat modern men can hide their rot in shades of compromise and grayThey laugh at ancient warnings as they dance upon the wireBut the clock of time is ticking toward an everlasting fireHe is not a painted picture, He is not a silent phraseHe's a consuming fire, the Ancient of terrifying DaysWhen the mountains snap like glass and the sky begins to tearThe mocking lips will freeze into an everlasting prayer(Chorus)Oh, it’s a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living GodWhen you’re sinking in the quicksand, rejecting mercy's rodThe furnace of His holiness will burn your flesh awayAnd all your silver and your gold can't buy another single dayYes, it's a fearful thing to stand before the Judge upon the throneWhen the darkness calls your name, and reveals you're not His own(Bridge)Look at your hands, they are trembling and weakLook at the horizon, it’s turning pitch black and bleakThere is no place to run, there is no place to hideThe doors of the ark are shutting from the insideYou traded your soul for a breath and a whimAnd now you must face the full terror of Him(Chorus)Oh, it’s a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living GodAs the iron hammer shatters the ground on which you trodThe white-hot flame of holiness will purge the earth todayAnd the mercy that you trampled on has finally turned awayYes, tremble at the shadow of the Judge upon the throneFor the harvest has begun, and you are left out here alone(Outro)Listen to the thunder rollListen to the tolling bellNo more time, no more graceOnly the fire, and the look on His faceFalling... falling...Into the hands of the living God
