End of Days.

There's a man walking around,

Taking names.

He will decide who's up,

And who lost the game.

You know everyone wont be,

Treated all the same.

Be sure not make,

Even a sound.

When you see that old man,

Come around.

You will scream out in terror,

And freeze.

Your breath will leave you,

On a strong breeze.

He will decide who goes,

And who remains.

Hear closely now,

As he explains.

The time for retribution,

Has arrived.

The names of the sinners,

Have been derived.

Those who sinned,

Will be left behind.

The rest of us get a chance,

To hit rewind.

The lonely man,

Leads the way.

Guiding those,

Who've gone astray.

He turns around to see,

Those who follow him.

Right behind him,

The crowd has gone thin.