In The Generations of the Last Day The Games The Demons Play Will Rise To Extremes untold As The Love Waxeth cold (ooh i Feel That Bitter Chill....) Time Grows Shorter We Know And It's the Demons The World Does Follow Do You Focus on Jesus Or The Storm As The icy Chill Of Hate Does Fill mans Heart and Mind You See as They Become Trapped in the insanity In The Generations of the Last Day The Games The Demons Play Will Rise To Extremes untold As The Love Waxeth cold (ooh i Feel That Bitter Chill....) Where Did it All Go Wrong They Ask As They Drink From The Devils Flask Too Complacent and unwilling to Bend too Angry to Let Go And Let their Heart Mend In The Generations of the Last Day The Games The Demons Play Will Rise To Extremes untold As The Love Waxeth cold (ooh i Feel That Bitter Chill....) When They Should Of Focused on The Lord They Were To Busy Sharpening Prides Sword Not Heeding Any one's Advice They've Denied Christ and Clung to The Demons Device In The Generations of the Last Day The Games The Demons Play Will Rise To Extremes untold As The Love Waxeth cold (ooh i Feel That Bitter Chill....) (Spoken) It Says in Gods Word That In The Last Days; The Love of man Will Wax Cold.....Don't Let Yourself Become That Man! In The Generations of the Last Day The Games The Demons Play Will Rise To Extremes untold As The Love Waxeth cold (ooh i Feel That Bitter Chill....)
