Listen to my voice
We are gathered here today
To speak of things we have to do,
And the friends we have to call,
From the middleground,
From the Darkness

It's been many years,
Many years,
Since we have faced a danger such as this
There is nowhere left to hide
No safety in old glories
No sanctuary

I've seen the same nightmare in all our dreams,
But now it's come to Earth in search of us,
And through treachery, we are found
So we must pray to the maker of all things,
And wait for the storm to come

Maker
We are desciples to your desire

Maker
We are the voices that sing your praises

Maker
We are the rage that feeds your devotion

Maker
Rise from the ground and be our salvation