You dont know the day or the hour.
No man's science has the power
To stop, or pause, or speed, or slow;
Every day must come,
Every day must go.
And every minute that passes by
Is closer to the day you die.

Our every thought is to survive;
We often forget that we're alive,
And there's nothing more that we dread
Than the day to come
When we'll be dead.
And every second that passes by
Is closer to eternal life.

You don't know the when or the how.
Prepare to light your latterns now,
For what you reap is what you sow.
Such a time will come,
When every man must go.
And every choice along the way
Reflects upon that Judgement Day.