I am one in the same I am all in the way to get through me Chasm broken away Nothing stays, the end of our days is All shall be trouble, such there was ever a nation till that time Your people shall be delivered And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth Now shall awake I am one in the same I am all in the way to get through me All the aura's gray Mangled phrase, the end of our days is There's a funneled reign Smother all who marvel our beauty Some born and raised All in ways, we follow too closely All shall be trouble, such there was ever a nation till that time Your people shall be delivered And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth Now shall awake And all the world can see now And I, the world, can see it now