Running scared, fighting for your life.nSwords are drawn, midst the battle strife.nYou feel your life slip away.nnLimbs grow numb, your flesh starts to burn.nWounds grow deep, slowly you discern.nYour life blood will drain away.nnThe sands of time, drain from the hourglass.nYour life thread, fraying in your grasp.nThe gates of death draweth nigh.nnMorning dawns, the sun begins to rise.nBlood and sweat, cloud your weary eyes.nStraining to view your cruel foe.nnGripping fear, no one can be seen.nFighting air, yet your wounds bleed real.nYou fight the Shadow of Death.nnDistant form, drawing into sight, a man draws near.nWith no armor for the fight,nDeath thrusts the sword in His side.nnHope has gone, surely you must die.nSuddenly, through the blackened sky.nHe rises and conqueres death.nnWe must die, our sins will bring us death.nAt the end of Time.nJesus Christ, Death no longer reigns.nHuman sacrifice.