Zero Hour has come:
From five seconds in the present
A door into the past,
Where the clock is ticking…
Four footsteps to a dark beginning,
The clock ticks down to three,
Where the narrow road is splitting.
Three chances to turn back the ending,
The clock ticks down to two,
Where the ripples, they are crossing.
Two moments full of failing,
The clock ticks down to one,
Where power's in surrendering.
One regret, for never saying,
One silence, marks undoing,
One more loss, but salvation gaining,
The clock ticks down to nothing.
There is no escaping,
As Apocalypse comes burning.
All that has happened before, happens again.
The only hope is running,
Toward the dream.
The clock continues ticking…
Thirty-three minutes,
Mark.