What evil lurks in the minds of men It's evident in the air.. The blackened stains of the times Are finally revealed, There's pain and strife The Widow screams The child runs away The reflection of all that's been done Has taken place. [Chorus:] Oh... Don't you believe The time of the times is on our hands On our hands The unrighteous ones, Prevail not at all They too must face the One Who sits on the throne. Men will devour one another Like the wild beast of the field, Hungry for blood and deception When will it all yield, Don't you believe The time of the times is on our hands The time of the times is on our hands On our hands We must all ride out to conquer sin And seek what's pure in life So we can be with Him Pain and strife The widow screams The child he runs away The reflection of all that's been done Has taken it's place Oh... Don't you believe The time of the times is on our hands Oh... Why don't you receive?