In this unending war, I've lost so many brothers
The coldest hours come before morning
With every drop of blood,
Spilled in this field of daggers,
Bring many sons of heaven to glory
Until Your rains, O God,
Bring forth Your colored beauty,
Confirm the hopes of nations in longing

I see a new day coming
Maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing

I see a new day coming!
Maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running,
Brothers of sorrow
Here is your kingdom coming!
Here is your kingdom coming!

Spread wide Your wings, O God,
Relieve this scarlet fever,
Catch every tear of mothers in mourning
Bring life to tired hopes,
Buried in fields of flowers,
Bring many sons of battle to glory
With every drop of blood,
Caged in this tired body,
I long to bring my father to glory

I see a new day coming!
Maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running,
Brothers of sorrow
Here is your kingdom coming!
Here is your kingdom coming!

Who holds the key?

He was and is
He is and is to come
He was and is
He is and is to come

He holds the key