I can hear a train a-comin'
I hear the ground beneath my feet
This is not speculation, this is my bones growing weak
The sound of angels screaming
The drums are marching off to war
This is not speculation, please do not televise The King

It's like a fire coming down
We got it, We got it now
Burn it up, burn it red
We got it, We got it
It's like the rising of the sun
We got it, We got it now
Turn it up, breath it in
Full redemption

Clap your hands for breathing
Feel your heart begin to beat
This is our desperation, this is the deep calling deep
You cannot keep us silent
We are the prisoner set free
This is our desperation, we are the service of The King

All aboard I hear, hear a train Do you hear it?