Before the angels, the arrows penetrate my back
Hear the laughter, as they dig into my flesh
And my decisions are echoing into eternity
From this moment, the fight is raging; the war is on
Crying loud, hoping for the end of this power's embrace, for defense
Infused with my spirit, forging new visuals with a striking prowess
Prophetic men, pray for the cleansing of every weapon we hold
Again, the sun is blackened and the powers turn hot, spewing guilt into my wounds
Crying loud, hoping for the end of this power's embrace, for defense
Infused with my spirit, forging new visuals with a striking prowess
Prophetic men, pray for the wisdom to use every tool that we can
Avenge fallen brethren, who've been taken once and lift them to the sky
With a power forged in blood, the arrows of our love show that while eclipsed, we still believe the sun will shine upon this field and dry up every tear
Power rages on, rages over sorrow
Over hope passing
Pray for cleansing and wisdom in dark times, even when it doesn't shine, but it burns with light, for the creature shields it's eyes, from the untamed parts of night
But now I see the glow, radiating off the angels, screaming out in tongues, firing into the air, as the trumpeters blare a new song, of transformation from the old
My hands are waving, frantically searching for weapons of my own
I'm strengthened by numbers, the melodies of the angels from home
Reach out your arms
And believe in Me
Reach out your hands, and take this in
Reach out your arms, and believe in me
And open your eyes